Nothing went as expected. From the moment I was pulled out of the water bag the downhill began. Like a snowflake that falls from the tip of Kilimanjaro and turns into a giant ball that destroys a village, the nail became ingrown, the finger rotted and they had to amputate my leg, because that's how doctors are, so much time sharpening the teeth of the saw that once they have the chance to cut something they have to take advantage of it. I felt thirsty and opened my mouth to catch the raindrops, but they were not water, they were salt, thick, thick salt that melts tongues. The freckled girl told me not to separate from her because I could get lost, but I didn't listen and I left her side. I left bread crumbs so I wouldn't lose my way back to her, but the birds ate them and I couldn't find her anymore. The fog did not dissipate as I was promised and the fists kept sending me to the ground, again and again, but I was able to drink some blood that mixed with the water from the sponge, I put on my "Sticky Fingers" jeans and went out to fight one more round with life.
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General Fiction"Debbie Harry and Kurt Cobain; Luca Prodan; a city that burns; a freckled girl who leaves; a war on a mysterious island and a cursed writer are the flashes that run through the mind of a teenager who suffered a motorcycle accident."
