Post reprinted the day 11/03/2010 It has been seven years ... seven years, bufff !!... but even now I still get the heart shrinks when my mind are the memories of that fateful day March 11, 2004 . By then picked up every day, Monday through Friday, my dear friend Ceci at home, pregnant with his son Alvaro, and six months of pregnancy ... remember the day before Real Madrid played against Bayern Munich in the Champions League. I had friends at home and take me some beer over the account ...
The next morning, March 11, oblivious to what was in store for me that day, cost me out of bed ... the radio alarm sounded warning that it was time to set foot on the ground, but I resisted longer than usual to get up ... Sueñoooooooooo that!
Before going for Ceci, stop the car to the garbage cans that had the road, get off me and threw a couple of pizza cartons in the container of paper. Log back in the car and went to find my friend waiting for me and outside your home, worried about my tardiness. I apologize and explain the reasons for my laziness ... direction as we went every day to Santa Eugenia (Vallecas-Madrid), to take the train to take us towards our workplace. Neighbors, friends and fellow job ... Couples go! When we arrived at Santa Eugenia station, would be the 7-something in the morning ... I stepped back with my ex-car, a white Peugeot 306 parked in front of the stairs that give access to the lockers ... when it happened. A huge explosion a few yards from where we were ... Ceci, that naive, he thought he had given me a blow by giving up ago. I knew better. Instinctively I got off the car without stopping the engine and went upstairs to see what had happened ... sensed that this was not a train wreck ... My eyes saw a gruesome spectacle. The train wrecked and immediately, people coming out with his clothes torn and their faces haggard and dazed ... Immediately interpreted that this was a terrorist attack. I thought about my friend in the car waiting with the engine idling and down the stairs, a panic that a second bomb could explode imminently ...
Ceci, I was wondering ... but could not quite tell coherent words. Just thinking about leaving here and abroad. Yes, I am a coward. I checked that day. But in my defense, I was not alone. For more chance, for months that the car radio had stopped working, and while we were doing the office, we had no idea that what happened in Santa Eugenia, would have more chapters on other stations ... was when arriving at my company, my friends ran to me and hugged me. They knew they picked that route every morning and then told me what was happening in those trains of terror ....
Call my wife and then my mother, to tell what was happening, beyond them in cotidianidad de sus tareas de cada dia. Hugo, mi hijo pequeño, apenas tenía cuatro mesecitos de vida.
Call my wife and then my mother, to tell what was happening, beyond them in cotidianidad de sus tareas de cada dia. Hugo, mi hijo pequeño, apenas tenía cuatro mesecitos de vida.
No podían dar crédito a mis palabras. Encendieron la televisión y en cada uno de los canales, la misma tetrica programación... las imagenes del caos y del dolor más cruento.
Lo demás... ya lo conoces. ¿ Qué hubiera sido de nosotros, si hubieramos llegado diez minutos antes y estuvieramos esperando en el andén a nuestro tren ?. Nunca lo sabremos. Pero desde entonces, lo tengo presente en mis pensamientos como la fecha de mi segundo renacer, de mi segundo cumpleaños.
Desde estas líneas, mi más profunda solidaridad con todos aquellos que aquel horrible March 11, 2004, lost a loved one. I accompany you in your pain ....
NEVER AGAIN!
Dedicated with love to my friend and Ceci and his man, Alvaro, almost 7 years old. For those coincidences of life, now pregnant with her second child from the same months by then ...
Lo demás... ya lo conoces. ¿ Qué hubiera sido de nosotros, si hubieramos llegado diez minutos antes y estuvieramos esperando en el andén a nuestro tren ?. Nunca lo sabremos. Pero desde entonces, lo tengo presente en mis pensamientos como la fecha de mi segundo renacer, de mi segundo cumpleaños.
Desde estas líneas, mi más profunda solidaridad con todos aquellos que aquel horrible March 11, 2004, lost a loved one. I accompany you in your pain ....
NEVER AGAIN!
Dedicated with love to my friend and Ceci and his man, Alvaro, almost 7 years old. For those coincidences of life, now pregnant with her second child from the same months by then ...
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