# 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.

# 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.