# Carol Station (1)

Islam, a 27-year-old Egyptian, married and father of two children, arrived in London via the refugee corridor that runs through Eritrea in search of a safe haven on the old continent. Graduated in aeronautical engineering at the ATIS Aviation Academy, with the social crisis that hit the country and in flight from a war he says is not his, he chose to look for a way in Europe to provide a better future for his family.

When he arrived in London via the Channel Tunnel and disguised in a freight wagon of the convoy crossing the border, Islam sought political asylum at the American embassy. His wife and children had left them in the house of a French family, whose man had been a fellow student at university time.

# Reborn (2)

(continuation)

- First Sergeant, evacuate your team! -... rrr ... rrr ... rrr ... - Mr. First Sergeant, are you listening? ..rrr...rrr...rrr... - on the radio you could only hear the static of the transmission - Mr. First Sergeant Blake, leave the operations center with your team and report immediately to the Operational Command. - rrr...rrr...rrr...

In the field, First Sergeant Tomas Blake, abandoned the radio transmission that developed with the Operational Commander. He looked at the four remaining elements that made up his team and told them;

# Reborn (1)

The train was approaching the last corner, the one that anticipated the entrance into the seventy-meter straight, from St. Pancras Station. Caroline felt a sudden need to move to the toilet. He thought, "When you get off the train, you go." But he remembered immediately what his observer had told him days before. "With this time of gestation, it is no longer the head that commands us when we feel like going to But the body. "

# A matter of luck (2)

(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.

# The train driver (3)

(continuation)

A faint beep reported that the composition was within fifty meters of a reduced speed zone. Peter resumed his post and began slowing down from 19 miles to 8 miles. And then another station. The immobilization was gradual and at that moment the young reviewer was already walking along the aisle to the first door he had found.

He put the key in the slot, let in three passengers, and, stretching himself a little, looked the outside toward the back of the composition. He waited for a moment, then took the key out and handed it to the cabin, which he could follow.