It´s been 6 years now but in my mind there is still pieces of memories of that day, when my class mates called their siblings in panic after had been informed of what happened, and the astonished teacher try to continue with the class when nobody can pay attention to anything but the tv news.
Luckily that day passed all that reminds is the sensation of insecurity that we try to ignore.
Sadly it was not an unique moment.
I can´t avoid feel uncomfortable when somebody talks about booms, games with it don´t seems so funny for me.
Incredibly, I also get really surprised when I´ ve been told that a bomb never blew up in that city. Really so you can keep your plate glass windows of the cathedral??
Isn´t it weird to suppose that in every city of northern Spain there has been a bomb?
It is surprising how living in such a developed country I have that mentality.
OK, I don´t watch underneath my car overtime I get in, but I do run away when I see an abandon bag pack in the middle of the street.
It has been part of my live since I have memories and I have that interiorised.
I guess are the consequences of having been evacuated of your own home at the age of 10..
For good or for bad, my country is like that.
I really hope that some day, some how all left are bad memories; although seems we still have a long path to walk.
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