Junin, the day after

Daily Prompt: Erasure

The air feels different this morning.
Cops are reunited in the main square and few more groups of police forces are surrounding the  buildings that were destroyed after the events of last Saturday and Sunday in Junin, a small town in the city of Buenos Aires, Argentina.
The worst and most distressing days i have ever been through in my thirty three years living in this place.
But today, it looks like citizens want to go back to normal. In fact, everybody went to work and shops opened as usual.
The killing of a seventeen years old girl in a robbery last Saturday night awaken the rage of neighbours who protested at the Police Station, a block away from where the killing took place. But among the protesters there were also a few vandals, infiltrates who started to destroy everything at his range, specially the Police Station, the Town Hall, the municipality library, squares, the Court House, a bank and some shops.
It was grievous and you could only watch in impotence, helplessly while they threw all kind of stones, bottles with kerosene turned into home-made “molotov bombs” against the institutional buildings.
Experts believe there was a political intention on this protest to desestabilize the Mayor.
Others say it was only the reaction of a city in flames, of citizens who got fed up with insecurity, specially robberies and deaths.
Being Junin such a peaceful city and its citizens -to be honest- a bit  reluctant to protests and even more to violence, it is almost impossible to believe that neighbours could carry on something like that.
Most of the people living here, those from the media and of course politicians strongly believe there was an intention -a pretty clear one- to install chaos so people would bring down institutions and the Mayor with it.
To that idea, it is important to remark that Mario Meoni, the Mayor, is not part of the stablished government that runs the country so thats the reason why national authorities did not send  security to control vandals in the city.
Vulnerability is the first impression you get when you look at pictures in Junin.
More than ninety thousands of citizens who felt unprotected. A seventeen year old life taken away.
The worst event i have ever witnessed in my hometown. The one i would surely erase from the history of Junin. From the story of my own life.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Abstraction

The Farm

I was delighted when i saw this image for the first time. It looked like a picture coming from some unknown dream land, at least in my imagination.
The colours, the drawings, that little girl welcoming us to something that might be tempting. I assumed, delightful.
“Orange Farm County” and even that sweet girl were waiting for me to be brave… to open the box and finally taste my candies.

Daily Prompt: Fantasy

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There are many traditions we keep on promoting with celebrations year after year while we give real meaning only to a few of them.

To discuss wether they are good of bad it is only a matter of conceptions and beliefs. Maybe we need to see in which way they affect our lives or influence us as human beings.

In the middle of that awful toothache during childhood, there was this little light brought up by the Tooth Fairy, who in a way helped every kid (and still does) not to think of how much it hurts to change your teeth, or even better, to believe the courage was worth the reward.

The ilusion created all around Santa Claus is something that many grown ups would love to live again. I can assure you!

I do not know of any adult who might regret having believed in the man of the white beard.

When it comes to terms for you to know the truth, you are already prepared to face the shock. So prepared that you would never feel disappointed.

It is said that most kids realize that parent’s are Santa Claus, but they keep silent and just deny the fact  to themselves and to their environment. Children are smart.

And this fantasies that feed a kid’s imagination are pure and unique to their minds, able to create the most fascinating stories and questions that parents would need to sort out once in a while.

That’s part of the meaning of magic. And who doesn’t like magic?

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When i first read the prompt i was eager to find a smiling photo to post along with my ideas, but this picture pop up and I just could not drop it.

I wonder if readers would see this the way i do.

Cause i see happiness at its best.

My sister on the left (with a terrible hair cut, she always regrets) and me by her side, playing around on the green grass of the neighbourhood square that was just in front of our house.

Even though camera could only capture a slight smile in my sister’s face, it does not prevent us from perceiving the happiness in our entire bodies.

Her hands, softly grabbing my arms in order to avoid me from getting up, rolling around in that green grass… of home.

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Weather forecast hit the spot last afternoon, when warning about the snow storm that would raze the whole town.

Everybody from the city centre was obligued to go home and stay indoors until the climate alert was under control.

It was sort of a good news to go home early that day and enjoy some cricket on tv –hoping the storm would not affect electricity-. But as it definitily did affect town’s power towers and the whole place shutt off in a pretty scary blackout, i decided to go to bed.

I slept like a baby so i only knew about the damages of the storm, once i woke up and took a look through my window. It was all covered in white.

We were permitted to leave homes only two days later, so first day i went out of house, i could realize the whole city was desolated while I walked the street on my way to work.

It was really hard work to try not to get stuck on the snow that had made its own road to everywhere.

Strange thing was to find out that no one was in the building.

So nobody else but me was at the office, but my computer was on.

-What the hell…-. I mumbled in surprise. But before i could even make a move, the computer shutt down. And turned on again in the following minute.

Suddenly there was a sign from which i could read “Please select your choice – Activate/Deactivate”.

I laughed in suspicious nerve. –What the hell…?-. I mumbled again. I pressed “deactivate”, but the response of the computer was dreadful.

“You cannot deactivate now. Activation is being processed”. And suddenly another dreadful sign: “Detonation will succeed in 15 minutes”.

I got angry with the computer so i tried to shutt it down. But it would not. I got a bit desperate so i called my boss, but his phone seemed to be off. I called the computer enegineering, but he didnt answer.

Computer sign kept on counting, just like a disturbing sentence so i tried again to deactivate.

“You cannot deactivate now. Activation is being processed”. And then again, “Detonation will succed in 12 minutes”.

-¡¿Detonation of what?!-. I shouted. I was so pissed off that i started pressing “Esc” like some basic resource, and the machine sent another sign.

“You cannot quit now. Bomb is about to be detonated”.

I think i went pale cause i couldnt feel my pulse.

I run out of the office in a second and tried to call the police. But my phone was dead.

Suddenly i realised that if bomb was detonated through a computer, power outage might make it go off so i went back and seeked for the power center of the building and shutt it down.

I run down the stairs in desperation to get out of the building.

There was a police officer at the entrance. He approached me so i felt relieved that he might be aware of everything.

-Sir.  Let me help you-. He said.

-This is insane…-. I sighed.

-Calm down. Come with me-.

He had a strange kind of look in his eyes. Like i wouldnt be able to say no to him. Then another police officer joined us and silently  stepped behind me.

-Who are you? How did you know? Why did you show up?-. I dared to ask to the first man. He  just pulled out his gun and pointed at my stomach while the other one hit me. That’s all i can remember.

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