I don´t remember
I don´t remember
I can´t remember!
How is it possible that you don´t remember? Asked the policeman with the pad and pen
I remember dropping O. off at the airport.
I remember driving along Carretera Norte.
I remember missing the turn to pass the stadium.
I remember deciding not to stop again at the café because I’d already bought 2 cappuccinos this morning.
The next thing I remem ber is the impact of the airbags against my face, and not being able to see anything clearly.
a lot a noise.
I was crying.
Everything blurred
terrified.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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