| "That night, we woke up with some guy
outside our door saying that something’s happened, and he wants
the women to stay inside, and two men to stand guard outside the
door. Scared the crap out of us. Sounded like riots, could hear shouting
in the distance. It’s suddenly dead silent inside, we’re
trying to hear what’s happening. Someone whispers that a house
is on fire – but it turns out that it’s a bonfire in
the street. The smell became horrible, burning rubber." Journal excerpt, Sunday, October 23. Desesperaciôn, 2005 |
