(continuation)
What I saw, again, was a Dantesque picture. I do not know why but, reactively, I kept the sweater wet on my face, using it as a mask. Yes, I do not know why I did it, but I'm glad I did it.
When I left the fountain, I began to walk through the middle of a war scene, the ones we saw in the movies or in the news, but, in fact, we had no idea of the horror; I saw many dead people, mutilated bodies, a lot of blood, a lot of suffering.
