"And then I realized it. It was the glee. Excitement. Pure and simple.

There was movement. Where once there was a slow, decaying death, there was now movement, noise, flying dust. The elderly smiled and talked about the people who passed by, the cars that were parked, and I imagined, the interviewer’s short skirt. I laughed inside and thought about all the things that I sometimes came across and that make no sense at all. They are the things that might just turn all of your certainties around in a second, and leave you slightly lost in what’s already a world on uncertainty and insecurity.

And I say that about myself, because that collective merriment was apparently contagious, since I found myself on my way to see a place where a man had taken his life, and I was smiling like a guy who’s out on a date with the perfect and unattainable woman. All that was happening seemed vivacious, happy, and filled with a life not forgotten, (since there never had been anything quite like that in the region’s history), but discovered, found, as a valuable fossil or treasure. The reason or origin for such matters was unimportant. They were smiling because of days that, as one of the elders would tell me later, just seemed to short."



Unfinished story...
But not for long