# A matter of luck (1)

There were more than five thousand people, those in Trafalgar Square. The call was made through social networks. The movement had an exponential turnout and, on the second day after the bombings of St. Pancras Station, against all the recommendations of the authorities, they met in protest against terrorism and DAESCH. It was a peaceful demonstration, but even so, with the risk of another attempt at the imminence of the authorities - even if no one who was there believed it could happen - there was that possibility. These were at least the MI6 information. We were all so focused on demonstrating our revolt that, blind, we did not listen to the appeals of the authorities who, even on the spot, asked us to demobilize the demonstration and return to our homes. There were many soldiers scattered all over the Square. I do not know how many, but there were dozens of them, heavily armed. They tried to persuade us to leave the place ... as they struggled.


When I arrived at the demonstration site, that damned place was already thousands of people there. Had arranged to meet me there with some friends. How many people were there. I tried to stick through the crowd. Impossible. There was a mass of incredible, imperial people. I jumped to the edge of the fountain, trying to catch sight of my son. I looked, I looked, and I looked. He had focused close and farther, but I did not catch sight of them. The drive was enough. Nobody was standing still. There were many bands with words and slogans and the deafening noise. "We want Peace," "Murderers," and "Death to the Arabs."

Ignorance of people is the worst weapon to their ability to reason and socialize. The vast majority of people look at Islam as a radical cult and for Islamists as radicals and terrorists; And in fact this is not reality. There are moderate Islamists, those who stare at the Quran, read and interpret it in a spiritual, peaceful, introspective, social way; Other factions, the radicals, those who promote conflict, who live from the conflict, interpret the Quran in a wrong, vile, diabolical, cruel, and, worse than that, manipulate weak minds and use them to spread Their insanity and hatred. But the blame for the dimension that all this hatred, attack and counterattack has acquired is largely from the media, which "offer" too much time for publicity, shouting, and promotion to groups with terrorist ideals.

And there was the Square divided among those who shouted such slogans against the Arabs and the Islamists and those who only defended the existence of Peace among the peoples when I arrived there. Standing at the fountain, then, I watched when, without being able to do anything, they gave me a rush that made me fall into the water. It was at this moment that I entered, with my back to the water, that I heard a great crash ... a burst. That noise still echoes in my ears, as if it were today.

I fell into water, on my back, and my whole body was absorbed by the magic liquid of the fountain. I allowed myself to remain open-eyed as I sank to the floor of the structure. I do not know how long that movement took. It seemed to me to have taken a hundred years. I felt it and I see it in an extraordinary slow-motion. I wanted to get up to try to figure out what the blow had been, but the downward movement was rather slow. Quickly, within the time that I was feeling and living, I saw pieces of bodies invading the same space where I was, and suddenly I realized that what had just happened was one more attack. And in the same second I was able to see all that human mass. From my mental retina I only tried to realize what would have happened to those thousands of people. I hit the bottom, with my back on the cement of the fountain. When I got up and out of the water, I had a sweater all over my face, but it still allowed me to breathe through my mouth the air I needed at that moment. It was that sweater in front of my mouth that allowed me to be here today. I learned that later, despite the consequences. As I breathed in all that air, I felt a sharp twinge in my chest and a burning in my eyes. Still, and before plunging them back into the fountain, I was able to look around and see an infinite number of bodies, or parts of them, scattered everywhere, as well as people running screaming in all directions. I saw tendrils lying flat on the floor. Extremous people were clutching their throats and some were staggering. I plunged again, trying to solve the problem of burning eyes. Already in the water, I opened my eyes and washed them abundantly, getting rid of what bothered me. Apparently I had managed to do it. I got up again.

Foto: Diliff