It is 12 o’clock in the morning of December 24th, a day is missing for Christmas. I walk down a quiet street, with a lost look and everything seems to go in slow motion. While I’m walking I hear screams from women and I notice how people from a distance do not stop watching me. To tell you the truth, it seems normal to me to look and scream, after all, I’m naked, covered in blood and I have a head in my hands. I still can not believe what I did last night, although deep down I have a sense of tranquility and inner peace that I’ve never had. It’s strange but it’s true.
I start hearing the police siren. I leave the head and smile. Before I fall unconscious from a punch in the head, I say:
-Tomorrow it’s Christmas.
Pseudònim: Albert Einstein