People worried on the littlest of things, exams, dates, arguments with friends. Do you want to know what I worry about? When I reach into my rucksack pulling out the last tin of food, when I can't find somewhere safe to sleep before nightfall comes, when I hear footsteps close by.
On the 23rd of august year 2012. the world changed forever, the last newspaper got printed, the last photo was posted, the last programme was aired. The last day of what we found normal. The last day we didn't fear for our life, the last day the dead was a grief, not a nightmare.