My life, Your life, our life ahhhhhhhh! Must be had to lock the computer, that novelty, but for Murphy's law is infallible, and the stress never ends. That the interview, that coverage, the front page and my beloved boss, I'm sure he was trained in a concentration camp, is missing only look to understand what is in that position by a lever.
beer belly that hangs over the legs, the neck who always sweats just because of breathable the red color straps intended to hold the poor and floppy trousers (which surely is the day of his wedding) and never fulfilled its tasks and that each time bends or turns, leaving her big ass and shine to your hair Iac!
My neighbor's desk, staring at me as long as I remember the invitation I made recently, bowling, to the which will never go, looked on the table for your invitations or other cards, and did not notice the difference, I open it and read it tells me lots of sweets and other corny, within them the beautiful moon that I have the right side of my lip that it "eclipses all night," please!
I look back quickly in case my boss is telling me something and I did not put attention. "Ah see Miss Colt, was already finished his article, which is looking at me with such detail?, Do you lost one just like me? Quiet I'm always here, waiting for you BE THE WINNING deliver its written! "I choke
with my own breath from the shock, for it was at that moment my mind was wandering and I see myself sticking the pencil that was on my right ear in that neck of pork tender and fragile it is, as blood shed by my hand and I watched, slowly sinking to the floor with his eyes completely wide open, no air, no breathing, no inkling, not mourn, lifeless.
"I'm finishing boss, do not worry" I reply with my best smile, and I've always been a pacifist and do not believe in violence, since even the wildest beast always dominates him in peace. I am scared of myself every time I pass those ideas to strangle my boss is as if they were my thoughts, it is as if something possessed by the minute. Rather back to work and I'm talking to myself.
write as fast as I can, there is so much to say and no space in the newspaper, as I like to work in television, having my program and say what I think, there will also cut one time, but at least the conversation is more enjoyable with the interviewee, to be compared to the blank sheet that sometimes paralyzes me.
Hey! Concentration back to work are only two paragraphs. Then .. as was verified with the locals ... bla bla bla ... uhmm ... were 3 dead, among them ... and still in the hunt. Complete. "Chief! He sent me writing. " "It's about time Miss Cole" Building
falling in the afternoon and I'm done, I can go home fast, or take advantage of the evening. Sometimes I find myself looking out the window, looking for answers on something far away that I'm missing, let me not be complete, that fills my head of things, anger, stress, ahhhno I think. I better go take a shower and suddenly go out at night, I head to the elevator, but then I turned, I feel as if something called me from afar, I go home better, the fatigue is killing me.
"Miss Cole, comes a second. " He looked over his shoulder with scowl and a smile at the end "If chief." "Miss, is not to my taste, but it makes me human resources, then remember that from now on vacation, remember that" supposedly "We collaborated with the night covering the other day in the red zone?, As the company offers 15 days holiday and also considering that it takes 10 years with us, send him say that the premium for this year is a trip to Asia. "
"Chief" are you serious? "Stared in disbelief, as well as we do not think this is for free. "If Mademoiselle is serious, but as I've always thought that the holiday is a waste of time because you can never rest of life until death. Then you have a special task there "
" It made me boss, I say to do. " "Well see Miss Cole, is said to be an area in the Philippines where people are doing crimes against the lives of people, torture them until they beg to be killed to avoid pain. So, I need to go that tourists, bring photos and news exclusively. Maybe this will become the only opportunity that presents itself to do something else to write these pathetic stories I usually do every day "
" Of course sir, "I shake my head in approval but my mind think about other things, who is not and I prefer not to think. "Head's all going to be paid, lodging, meals and transportation, right?" He nods and walks away, looking like the worst garbage you see in your life. Cute, holiday obligations and more work and not even mention the dangers, or more perfect and is my life? He entered the elevator I lean on the wall, ahhh I want to rest.
Everything is dark in the distance I hear the cry of a woman who is about to hit my face. I'm awake and in one motion, I can not breathe and I feel like I hanged. It's morning, glanced at the clock are 6am and the flight leaves at 9, if you happen to be two hours earlier. God made me late.
I run at full speed and again looked at the papers from my trip, passport and other things, I run to the airport and the flight finally took my "vacation." I'm in the aisle chair and sit beside me a very handsome man, will you come alone, I think talk but suddenly he gets up and yells "my love, stayed right in that chair?" Oh God, now that I will shit a bird or that, because nothing goes as I want.
I put on headphones and try to sleep the way is long, when suddenly I feel something that falls on me. "Excuse me Miss, excuse me, it was not my intention," said the stewardess, and when I look, I see he has poured a jug full of red liquid of dubious origin in my clothes, beige, good to not believe in violence . Lend me a sack, I change and I hope everything is better when you arrive.
It's been 4 days since I've been on the trail of history, a guide tells me that it is difficult to see cases that are made in secret. We walked a lot, travel a lot by bus, we talked to many people, but I do not see any progress, I sometimes think that the 15 days will not be enough, but just think everything beyond, in fact me are familiar places, familiar, like I've been here before I even feel as if people recognize me, do not know if it's my paranoia but it seems that even some fled from me.
's been two days and as I read my notes, I feel someone whispers in my ear: "Do not turn, we know who is already coming. If you want to know that it is torture, it must ensure that says everything you say and you can not change what is "I immediately accepted, put a hood I always ask them to bring my interpreter and he as a man bravest of his caste, you agree with me.
traveled for hours that seemed like days, the air becomes heavier and denser, hotter. Finally we stop, we go down and let me start taking pictures of people (or at least I think they were), who are fearful and looking sideways and some are moving away from me, as if they knew me as if I were afraid .
complete I can see her bones are very thin, they have been shaved, burned and even castrated, I can smell the blood on the ground, some with tears streaming down his face, but do not imitate sound, not moan, do not cry even the lashes, I only see her tears sliding down her cheeks.
warning me that I should not touch them, just take pictures and nothing else, I want to say that these photos serve For example, for anyone who wants to harm them, that no one should try, because these are their punishments and will continue until you pass one of two things: Death by themselves due to abuse or ask to be killed.
ask you have done to be here and say they do not feel pity, if they are there is because they deserve it, because they know that the Westerners never punished as they should. They tell me they are rapists, drug addicts that induce children, murderers and killers of babies, children and adults, the dregs of the community, everyone wants to see dead, so they are here.
the background I see a woman about my age, who is naked and dirty very dirty wounds all over his body, deep cuts in all his limbs. This tied both hands, feet and head, the neck and lying on the floor, looking toward the sky, perhaps waiting for a redemption that never comes.
I say that I do not approach him, which has a poisonous tongue. She killed more than 200 men, 50 children and 30 babies, said that he did for fun, without remorse. I ignore and approach, has black hair was mine before pintármelo, I can see his eyes from the hair, I see the flies are getting into their wounds, as they get into your eyes, but she did not flinch, does nothing, no struggle, it is as if he really felt nothing.
acércame try the best I can and as much as I may, I'm over your body taking these photos as if it were an animal show, the smell of blood is pervasive and even some parts appear to be the first signs of gangrene. I go to the head, she turns to face me, I seem seconds when I drop the hair from her face to the floor and there is where I find out everything.
All of us staring away impressed, amazed, but at the same time worried. My interpreter told me that they want to know if I know, do not understand that we are equal. I feel as if the air that I breathe and feel like fainting, I dropped on the floor and look and do not understand, she continues with a look.
With the little that remains of their language tells me: "Hi Alice, I knew the end would come." I echo back shocked me a shiver runs through the body, I have wanted to vomit. She knows my name. I immediately ask, beg and plead to let me talk to her alone, as my interpreter explained to them that we are twins (that's what she cries constantly), we have some few noticeable differences, but I'm not like her do not even have a mole I have on the lip.
Now that is the question: How could she get here?, How much evil could have done to get there? And now I what I can do, or if I can interfere and could harm the investigation and accused of collaborating entrap or punish me as if I do nothing and she dies.
At last the men who give care to let me talk to her, but they put on a table attached still just lead us to an underground room dark and gloomy. She begins to tell how our worlds were separated at birth and as she has been looking for his family and how everything is just a mess.
I no longer believe, behind me opens the door we entered, I think our time is over and her time is near. Suddenly the look and watch as a grim smile and stretched over his face, the room comes a man, she smiles again and again, the man closes the door. NO, NO, NO, nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
"Miss Cole, it's time, has already got up early and want more help, she is no longer in position to ask anything, Western justice here doing nothing and all he achieved would be tortured to you too, I am only an interpreter and I must return to you, please say goodbye "
" If I know, forgive me. I can not help feeling helpless, it really hurts, I say goodbye "My sister, I love you so much, forgive me for not doing more, I'll always remember, look at me with those eyes so large and so wide, let me whisper something: "Thank you Alice, without you this would not have been possible and remember you should never trust anyone and calm the pain you get used to, tells you who was here for so long
That time, she outlines a huge smile, and I have a jammer that keeps me screaming that she is the killer, not me, she tricked me to move back to hit me so much and hurt too much, do not think I can handle it.
My sister gives me her last big smile and burst into tears as he turned and my life ends, your life, our life with twins.
