Camino por la calle donde está mi casa como durante cualquier otro día. Antes de llegar a la esquina veo a las primeras personas the first run and hear distant screams. A few hundred meters I see the first burst of smoke incomprehensible. It's like a sudden silence that is approaching, first from afar and then in all directions. Occurs in a blink, a slight but noticeable change in the hue of light, which is reflected in the metal surface, everything is crystallizing into gold. The result is transmitted: asphalt, buildings, poles, wires, even the sky: everything is acquiring the same color and consistency of gold. From where I see who knocks the golden wave, shredded fracture when they fall to the ground due to the inertia of the race. The wave is just a few feet from me, me withdrawal into the wall in the narrow space between two adjoining buildings. Evades the inevitable a few seconds, the edges of the structure to my ends are turning brown. And close.
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