One morning my grandfather came home. It was my tenth birthday. I remember I woke up with the sound of engine of a Ford mustang shelby of 67 . I ran down the stairs and i jumped out of the portal to fall into his arms. Quickly called my three best friends. Bobby, Charlie and Helen. And during all that day i sat on the knees of my grandfather.
He had traveled around the world!! even one night under the stars, he said me he walked on the moon. Although in my house there were many pictures of him, I never knew wich was my grandfather’s employment.
In the evening my grandfather took us to walk around New York Mounted on the “Ford mustang”. When we got home, my grandfather out from his pocket pulled out a small blue book. More gifts? I asked to my grandfather and he laughed. On its cover, a title. “Drawings and notes in a city without wind,” I asked where was this town, his name was Chernobyl.
Was born in a police car, road to “Kings County Hospital Center” in Brooklyn on July 13, 1977, around nine o’clock at night. New York that night, was dark and numerous riots swept the city. Her mother told that her first cry was mixed with sounds of ambulance, fire and police, broken glass, thunders, and shoutings.
About a mile from that little town, I thought I saw a flash in the darkness of the bell tower. A second later a shot was heard in the distance and my unit dropped to the ground for cover. Then I remind myself, there, amazed, watching my chest full of blood. I felt cold but not that cold mortal had heard so much. A bullet was touching my heart, I could feel the beating. The last that I remember is was watching clouds from the ground in the middle of a crossfire.