rains in Madrid, is December 28, the day of the Holy Innocents.
Goya Street is crowded with people doing last minute shopping for Christmas.
are the eight p.m. (20:00 am) and I am working in department stores in the capital. I am exhausted and nervous, so much crowd, consumerist vortex I remember because as the years go by more and more I hate the holidays. It is too late for regrets, the process has no regrets.
Chest me down, the pressure is so strong that it hurts and gives the illusion of being in a punch where the walls every time they get closer, you have less living space and you get short of breath. The left arm is no stranger to that constraint and begins to stay inert, lifeless. Seeking desperate, gasping, my wife who also works in the same building. No more words, my expression says it all and she has understood.
Thanks to the local police and emergency service SAMUR 112 and that its arsenal deployed using code 12.
Thanks to the emergency room of the hospital Gregorio Maranon de Madrid who were already waiting for me and my wife even attended with his kindness and professionalism.
Thanks to the Coronary Care Unit for their diligence, care and professionalism, the surgeons who attended to me, the staff was displaced from their homes to assist me, nurses and assistants.
Thanks to all of them still alive today.
I could start a new year which I hope a lot of happiness and health to share with my wife and two daughters. Is that from now I have to change customs, habits, vices and leave all take life more calmly, being aware that I just I can not change the world and all, to a greater or lesser extent, has a solution except death. And since there
new year and new life better than starting with a book, my book. Finally
already published and available in www.bubok.com the book: "The Beams and Shadows."
A stroll through my feelings with pictures of the recent past, a project that sees the light, a hymn to life.
Nines I love, so lived and suffered
Goya Street is crowded with people doing last minute shopping for Christmas.
are the eight p.m. (20:00 am) and I am working in department stores in the capital. I am exhausted and nervous, so much crowd, consumerist vortex I remember because as the years go by more and more I hate the holidays. It is too late for regrets, the process has no regrets.
Chest me down, the pressure is so strong that it hurts and gives the illusion of being in a punch where the walls every time they get closer, you have less living space and you get short of breath. The left arm is no stranger to that constraint and begins to stay inert, lifeless. Seeking desperate, gasping, my wife who also works in the same building. No more words, my expression says it all and she has understood.
Thanks to the local police and emergency service SAMUR 112 and that its arsenal deployed using code 12.
Thanks to the emergency room of the hospital Gregorio Maranon de Madrid who were already waiting for me and my wife even attended with his kindness and professionalism.
Thanks to the Coronary Care Unit for their diligence, care and professionalism, the surgeons who attended to me, the staff was displaced from their homes to assist me, nurses and assistants.
Thanks to all of them still alive today.
I could start a new year which I hope a lot of happiness and health to share with my wife and two daughters. Is that from now I have to change customs, habits, vices and leave all take life more calmly, being aware that I just I can not change the world and all, to a greater or lesser extent, has a solution except death. And since there
new year and new life better than starting with a book, my book. Finally
already published and available in www.bubok.com the book: "The Beams and Shadows."
A stroll through my feelings with pictures of the recent past, a project that sees the light, a hymn to life.
Nines I love, so lived and suffered
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