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is early winter morning one of those wet, cold and overcast in Lima before 7am. There are no people at home "Mom, Dad?" no answer, everyone has gone, so alone again between breakfast bread crumbs sprinkled across the table, the dirty butter knife and half cups of coffee left by them.
enlisted with his eyes still closed to go to college and I wear any sweater absolutely any scarf. For a change I go out toward the whereabouts looking like a homeless. Soil
throw me classes from 8 am to continue sleeping or fooling around in the cafeteria of the university, but today I have a practice or something and I have no choice. The car is slow and infirm to my whereabouts, the morning is quiet, I think I very early because I see almost no people.

I look at the sides to cross. All clear. Crossed quiet. A few steps to reach the sidewalk in front of me distracted looking at my reflection in the glass mirrored greenish tone and a vegetarian restaurant and unconsciously slowed. I think something in the air that has this gloomy scene, a figure that does not distinguish between male and female among the many discordant rags, walking down an empty street and foggy super low, almost hallucinating me one morning in London until a loud horn me does regain the attention and notice the unusually large and bright bus that comes over me.

My heart stops and my legs did not respond but he made too much effort to respond and give a couple of strides up the sidewalk. I see the moons of retaurant deformed away the reflection that something big and bright bus makes milliseconds wild rose at a rate holding my breath in shock.

must sit on a wall to hold my legs shake and catch your breath.

That's enough, I remember that I have practice and continuing on with my day.

I'm late, get over it took me more than previously thought. I go, I feel the back of the room almost empty and solve the road waiting for me already in the folder. Fast finish so I leave my practice on the desktop and I retire. I'm going to the cafeteria to make time but is full and I can not get assistance. I call my mom but no interference and we can not speak for more cries I give. Whom I have yet to tell my experience of life and death.

The review in my head several times and test the most amazing way of telling. All the lethargy in the morning is gone, I suddenly feel inspired, energized and eager to do many things, but I'll start tomorrow because I have felt like going home.

Besides the cafeteria, the rest of the faculty is something desolate and poor people there are altered note, every whisper. Thinking seems to go on my morning adventure, I miss something interesting. Curiosity wins me and start talking and find out where the other students, I follow the noise of people and get to the street. There are all crowded. Again, drama, and some some since school started, a couple of steals, a couple of crashes and a couple of violations. The

today seem serious, there are more police on other occasions. Yes, another outrage, was a student distracted the usually pedestrian to blame say, poor thing, I think that very little could have been me.

I'm not so morbid that I get to soak the gossip, just try to hear something out there to at least know who but no distinction is good information from many voices. Suddenly the noise began to get heated and becomes deafening and annoying. I lurched forward among the people, want to leave here as I think "string of patients, only care about blood."

The tumult and instead confuses me get away from the scene to me about it let me stop a few meters from a bus big and bright, let me stop a few inches from the body of the poor unfortunate, let me stop a few steps myself.

PS Yes, it was a dream, some time ago, so it ends abruptly, with me in front of me (although it sounds pointless)