While it was happening, I thought that I would never forget it. While it was happening, I went over every single detail between me and myself so I won’t forget anything. Despite that, now that I want to write about it, I hardly remember anything from that day. When I try really hard to remember that day and the important details, I get an image of a dark empty street in the village.
It was a completely ordinary day, I don’t remember going to school. I also don’t remember which street I was walking on, but I suddenly noticed that there was a flower logo on the trashcans, a house numbers and the initials of the house owner.