One night, 1956, I was at home trying to sleep. Suddenly it started raining “cats and dogs”. Then I heard the sound of a car parking just in front of my house. After that I heard a glass being broken. I started getting worried so I got out of my bed, put some cloths on and went downstairs to see what had happened. When I got there, I walked out the door and all of a sudden a dog came towards me – just like it had came out of my house – and started barking and running after me. Luckily – or maybe not – there was an old factory near the house, which hadn’t been working since I moved. I went into the factory and closed the old door.
I looked outside through a broken window. The dog went away and, as I was going to try my luck running back home, curiosity beat my aim to be safe. I picked up my car key from my pocked and pressed the button which turned a small light on – until that moment I thought it was completely useless. But, as I was studying the old factory, a car approached. The arrival of the car forced me to delay my study. I went back to the window. There it was, the black Aston Martin of every guy’s dreams. I guess that was what I thought this was all about: a dream, a good dream. Well, they say reality always interferes in our dreams. I guess that happened to me, because suddenly a man, whose face I could not see because of the dark, came out of the car and went towards the factory. Then I heard a shout coming from behind saying “get down, sir”. I instinctively threw myself at the floor and the man shot his gun breaking the glass of the window I was staring at and killing the man who was coming towards the factory.
I looked back to the place where the assassin was standing. He came right up to me. He looked older then me, but he also looked very strong. He was holding a revolver. I kneeled down and begged him not to kill me, which he said he wouldn’t. He told me to stand up and gave me another revolver he had. He wanted me to help him kill some drug dealers, who allegedly had used the factory to hide their drugs. I always wanted to take part in a police arrestment. It was a dream come true. So I accepted and went after him so scared I don’t think I would have been able to point at anything. Suddenly I heard a funny noise coming from behind us. I turned around and I saw the dog which had attacked me a couple of minutes before running out of the factory. I wanted to warn the strong man, but he wasn’t there anymore. Actually nobody was. The dog ran away and the man had miraculously disappeared. I took my revolver off my pocket and pointed it to where the dog had run out. I was scared and nervous. I didn’t know what to do, but one thing was quite clear in my mind: I could not stay in the factory!
I decided to go home hoping that the car would be gone by then. On my way, as I was reaching the door I had come in through, I found the strong man, but he had been shot in the arm. It looked very bad so I tried to help him, but, as I had an aversion to blood, I fainted over him.
When I woke up I was all by my own and still full of blood. I started feeling dizzy again, so I ran out of there, hoping no to faint. I was literally running in the dark when I stumbled on something and fell down. I looked back to see what I had stumbled on: it was the strong man laying on the floor, dead. I could not believe it. How was it possible for such a strong man to be killed by a drug dealer?! And then I realised that I was laying in their way too. If I would choose to stay there longer, I would most certainly join the strong man. I had to be ready for everything so I picked the strong man’s revolver up and ran.
