DIVAGAR

Leo en un libro sobre el cerebro, y el cuidado que debemos prodigarle, que mirarse el ombligo no es malo en absoluto.

Examinarnos a nosotros mismos, relajados, tranquilos, en silencio, pensando sosegadamente lo que somos, lo que hacemos, lo que esperamos hacer mañana, o el mes que viene, genera unas ondas realmente beneficiosas para nuestra salud.


El libro se llama "Entrena tu Cerebro" de una neuróloga y escritora llamada Marta Romo.

Leí una reseña sobre el y me gustó, ahora he empezado a leerlo y propone una serie de ejercicios para generar diferentes clases de ondas cerebrales que entrenarán y cuidaran nuestro cerebro, no generando siempre las mismas que son producidas por la actividad desenfrenada, las preocupaciones, los nervios, y así un desgaste continuo.

Cuando tranquilamente te relajas, y sosegadamente meditas, haces una introspección constructiva de ti mismo, parece ser se generan ondas alfa y gamma muy beneficiosas para entrenar ese órgano fundamental para todo ser humano.

Y como hasta ahora a penas sabemos nada del órgano mas importante que poseemos, cualquier noticia que nos ilustre sobre el debería ser muy bien recibida.

Saludos el gatufo

ANY ONE DAY (Story 4)

In little more than an hour will be closed at night, for then we should have found a place to hide and go unnoticed for patrols uncontrolled swarming after curfew.
Soldier or not predators who kill anyone who caught him stealing and left him lying in the middle of the street bleeding.

What indoors nobody knows. It is certain that hundreds of thousands of people have died suffocated, starved or any other ailment.
Infinity will have ended their lives at the total lack of hope and lack of notilcias.

They are thoughts that go through my head out of desperation and extreme tiredness.
Luis is charging me, takes me almost in a twinkling in the total absence of forces that allow me to hold me by myself.
I was commissioned to monitor the windows or balconies of all the houses we are passing. At the slightest sign suitable to occupy one have to notify to examine our chances of getting into the housing.

The working middle class neighborhood is not as cautious when it comes to shielding hits. Sturdy doors, bars on the lower floors, alarms that do not work and little else.
Breaking down a door would be difficult if we have the assurance that no occupant inside. Had he could defend us, rightly thinking that we were outlaws. We do not want the situation worse than it is already. 

Time passes and our relentless search for shelter is sterile. There is almost alive circulating in front or behind us. Nobody gets out of homes and those who left are almost all dead from suffocation or killed by others to steal their belongings.
The presence and strength of Luis has prevented anyone has tried to attack us, have looked at us with resentment or hatred when I has assisted with the mask but no one has dared more. 
Not even the evil forces are attacking them, a betrayal or weaker if not for the strong and determined as my friend. Less still when they see the uniform he wears, looking confused not understand how a soldier can walk among them helping an old man.

Wait, I say, I think I see something on that balcony far away.

He stops and poses me gently on a baco in street, look at there, he should.
There is little light and but recent dull rays of sun we see two kids who beckons us, we heard their voices as there are far away, but certainly is making gestures with his arms and hands.

What will happen, I said, it is extremely rare to see two kids making those gestures we approach them.
Stay here a minute, I'll get a little closer to them, to see if I hear what they say.

I dread being alone, it is and has been my life, I can not stand to leave me at the mercy of the waves of my own uncertainty. I know I'm alive thanks to him, I also know that if I leave not live more than a moment. The horror I feel seeing everything around me would give me enough to finally finish me shock.

I do not wish to live, I want to return with my wife, hug her, reassure her with my presence, you are very scared for my absence and desire above all say, sky'm back, still together.

I miss my dear Gatufo too, it is certain that the poor will be unbearable, without relating to anyone, just what you do when I have been absent for a few hours.
Not to mention what it does when you miss a few days, takes refuge on his favorite chair under the table and no longer appears to anything but drink water, go to your sandbox, and eat hardly anything.
After five or six days, it appears sullen and without relating almost anyone, only with Cuca and not too much.

I am alone, motionless, petrified looking everywhere. Louis see which is across the square and goes with difficulty dodging branches and bodies to the vicinity of the house.
He looks up and yells at the kids, who want to question them, and faintly hear their voices already broken from screaming that They say, up, up, you open the front door.

Nothing more, wonder is covering my face, gain ?. We raise, rather, what will happen ?. The strange thing is that once the short conversation cover their faces with individual masks and wait and see what happens.

I winced when I feel a hand touching my back and a hoarse voice, waterfall, telling me, help me. 
Give me something, I'm dying of thirst and hunger. And again repeated, help me.

I feel a shiver run down my spine, I dare not turn his head paralyzed by fear.
The smell has gotten worse, if that were possible, and flushes rot flooded my nostrils.

Again death It is close to me, like in the tunnel when surrounded by bodies waiting to be discovered and massacred on the spot.

With effort and slowly'm turning my body to face the voice that needs my help.
The stench of decay and death hits my nose produciéndome deep
arcades uselessly shaking my body. No food or drink that can throw and spasms occur that I feel a sharp pain in the diaphragm.
At once a terrible headache awakens from its slumber and starts pounding my temples as if blood were to flow from them.
The time, I think, I was longing for dear headache that life has accompanied me.
I try to restrain myself and faced face being emitted groans requesting my help. 
A kind of claw grasps my arm causing me almost hurt, I see that is hand quite dirty skeletal young woman to unimaginable limits. Its stench is awful, pulls back, and barely able to stand holding on to my arm.
Next to it is a small cryo, about four or five years, as it stinks. In a paroxysm of almost madness I imagine they are not living beings are zombies, have risen after spending several dead days and now demand my blood.
Help me, repeating "zombie" with and just a whisper and separating the hand of my arm He says the boy.
He is my son, he says, and I want you take him, you do take charge of the then I die. 
I do not want my child to stay next to the corpse of his mother and watch rots, expecting the same comoer die or nothing to drink. 

I refuse to accept what I am seeing or hearing. It's too horrible to assimilate and my mind is closed to the last tragedy of the human being.
I keep silent, unable to speak, she still speaks and explains that have survived hiding among the corpses piled in the streets. Two or three days ago that they ran out of food, and she has been giving his son the last edible pieces he had left.
I am dying, goes on, and you are the only person who can take my son away from me. Take it and try to survive this horror, please, you are my last hope. I'm already dead and I want to rest on the bench where you sit.


A woman largely gone, I think, I'm also in the past. Did not you see ?, I repeat softly to myself.
Callo, do not say anything, why ?, it is mired in fever and in no time will collapse like the thousands that right now what they're doing. 
It's the end, I think there is no hope for humans or for your world. Probably not deserved it after all.


Achievement sit up, I grabbed the kid by the hand and let his dreadful mother take my place on the wooden bench. 
She lies down immediately, close your eyes and breathe anxiously seeking a particle of oxygen. 
Just like me, I can not go in an hour or two I'll caput like this poor young man that perhaps before was attractive and now is a real specter of death.

With relief I hear the footsteps of my friend who comes to us. He is intrigued by the scene and is sure to be accelerated their pace to see what was happening.

What happens, who is this child and the woman lying there on the bench ocupabas you, tell me, do you know her ?. I have been talking about just now.

He spoke it, I'm scared with his vision, no words to say anything.
It has put to rest there and die. Me, he has entrusted to his son and asked me to stay away from this place. Not want your child to see as die and leave only to follow the same fate.

Now we are four, says Luis, great if you are adding smaller or parents can form a large family.

Four ?.

Sure, you do not think that I'll leave lying there this woman ?.

he would tell you to pick the small and me you let me near her, to rest or die, I can not go. 
I know you can not get to my house and so still, if not me stay beside her and we hariamos company waiting for the end.

Shut up, old man, you're not going to die. Take care of the little, can you give your hand and walk two about eighty meters ?. We have to go to the house where you saw the children, I have been asked to come up, we opened the door.

I do not understand anything he says and I have already forces motivation to understand.

Luis opened his knapsack, he takes out two oxygen masks I spend one I put on my face, the other puts the woman lying lifeless in the bank, then pulls another standing in the child's mouth. Finally he asked me mine and placed it on his face. Luckily, I think, is human and it seems the effort to help is making a dent.

Save the masks, the woman raises bank like a pen and places it on her shoulder. On the other carries the knapsack and starts the march to no where, ah, if the house. 
He grabbed the boy by the hand and dragging will not weigh nearly as almost anything either. He looks downright malnourished and walks like a robot of small size.
A broken doll and blackened dirt and stinking of death. As I guess, sometimes self no smell, but my odor is safe as frightening as this being.

I'm in Hell I think, it can not be worse than this that we are all going, my lungs burned. It seems that as pepper breath and cough nonstop insurance already was raw like that of everyone.

The poor child I'm pulling refuses to walk and I can not charge you up because I  lack the strength. Not even cries, gasps, gasps, coughs and then gasp.

Come on, come on, friends who already have very little says Luis.  ¿Friends ?, I know I'm just as the cryo not aware of anything and the woman is faint on it.

We reached a think building is near the portal and crushes button intercom logically not sound, custom, however, we see that a girl of about ten or perhaps eleven years is huddled near the door. He wears 
an oxygen mask and incorporated around ourselves.
Open the door with difficulty and with a gentle push from my friend we crossed the entrance.
It has to raise the little that refuses to keep going and almost took dragging.
We follow the girl and begins the ordeal of climbing stairs throwing out livers.

She walks lightly, takes his mask, but we can not follow their path and after long breaks finally reached the ground where the house is. There are few stories we have raised, nor do I care, round the floor after passing the doorway I fall.
I crawl and shut the door. Immediately an oxygen mask covering my mouth and revives, crawling up beyond the door, I'm inside the house.

Someone put me on a couch, I surrendered and I sleep, I was already in this world because I'm breathing without my lungs burned, but no, that is short and open my eyes focusing the room and the people occupying the chairs.

No woman is poor ragged woman nor child, I dreamed what ?. It seems that I have not dreamed since my friend informs me that they are lying in another room with a good dose of oxygen in your lungs and some food in their stomachs.

Opposite I have the girl of ten years and another child who looks like her brother, You have five or six years and see them healthy. Pale but not too shabby.

As I hear they have lost their parents and grandfather, they are alone and want to leave the house.

Wait, wait, man. I do not hear anything, please start again I reply to Luis.

Let the child tell you about it, Emiliano, I replica Louis. Laura Better yet, give him a hand and take you know where to become aware of the situation.

Said and done, I sit up, take my hand and leads me to a room where three adults are lying in bed. Dead and well dead by their color and the smell that fills the room.
The girl does not flinch, has seen and suffered too, has been alone with her ​​little brother with this scenario at home.
We left immediately, I can not resist view of those bodies begin to decompose and she's telling me that they are their parents, and grandfather.

His parents decided to leave oxygen reserves for their children, his grandfather came expecting to bring more food also. Wanted to leave the house and the city soon.
The grandfather was a colonel who knew where to find supplies, masks, oxygen, weapons, and a plane that could guide them through Madrid and the rest of Spain, stopping in places where there is some kind of order, remains of a government, and soldiers who abide by the orders of their superiors.

My grandfather was delayed too, says the girl, and my parents decided to give us the masks they had previously received from the, my grandfather lay on the bed and they are there, still not moving.
The grandfather came very sick and not know what was wrong, told us to wait here protected, with more masks, we went out to the terrace and atrajeramos the attention of someone who could help us out of here. We wrote a paper to give the person to come up and will surely help us get out of here with supplies and masks that brought them.
He lay in bed coughing, spitting blood, and then fell asleep shortly .

My brother and I have left us alone, do not wake our parents are dead, we are very sad and we hope you could help
as my grandfather said.

Callo and listen to the girl, looks ready and confident strangers you just know, I wonder his cool to have facts that any other child had plunged him into silence and despair.
She did not, want to survive, is clear who has to save his brother, he feels responsible for the and that feeling gives maturity.

What old are you? I ask, and she says that eleven to twelve six months.

It is a small, skinny lass, but it may be their year for calm seems.

My brother has six, he tells me, before I asked .

Wonderful, I think, we are already large family and am immediately to rest as I see a chair conducive to hold my weight.



Again I have a family to look after, the idea is gaining ground in my tired brain and revive feelings and past.
I see my three daughters small around me waiting to play 'feet to "and I are filled with the happiness and last.
Three daughters of now there is nothing, no way to communicate with them as each went to a place different and distant.
You are adult women with a life full of personal satisfaction. They chose their place of residence in accordance with their work and now fortunately for them not residing in Madrid.
All this time I confident that they are alive, safe, away from these huge megalopolis in which survival had become a hard labor.

The younger living in a capital city in Northern Europe, close to the forests that still stand providing the necessary oxygen that comes in dribs and drabs.
He was there because he did not like the work I was doing in Madrid and now works at a university Danish biologist.
You may have contracted to study the genetic phenomenon that destroys all flora and is safe with staff of biologists and other scientists engaged in unraveling the enigma that plagues our world.

Most left Madrid after marrying for similar reason. Or your child, or to herself, liked life in the big city and nearly twenty years ago changed its public life for a more quiet on a sparsely populated island with scenery and stunning natural life.

Nothing is known of him occurred there, it is possible that this stinking pollution has not reached them and survive the general cataclysm of a disrespectful technological civilization with their environment.

Our other daughter, median, lost us some time, he chose to be away from everything what he remembered his past life with parents and sisters, but we know he is happy with work and life away from this huge city that never liked.
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Buffeted me awake and I hear they call me awake from my sleep sail and I realize that I'm not home.
I begin to remember the nightmare that has become my life and peered at the people around me.

Two small and almost adolescent, a tall, strong, determined, and an unknown woman watching me intently.
Who is this woman looking me boldly and some appreciation in his eyes ?.

It can not be the ragged woman dirty that touched me when I was sitting on the wooden bench waiting for my new friend. Or if it is ?.

do not know how they have done but the dirt has disappeared from his face and changed his clothes by other impeccable. The foul smell around him is not and she looks like a very thin, almost emaciated but attractive girl.

I pay attention to what they say.

Hi how are you ?. I am Lucia and I appreciate what you've done for my son.

What have I done?

Nothing really drag with great effort by the hand and lead him here, where we are now, and where are we ?.

I'm waking up to reality, the place where I have been asleep, of bodies there in the bedroom, the great pain of my lungs, my need for breathing, eating, drinking, and especially my absolute desire to see my wife, hug, kiss , tell her I love more than anything in the world, and never part with him.

The desire to see her as soon as possible passage over all the shortcomings that plague my body and my spirit is opened.

When are we going ?, wonder and try to sit up unnecessarily, I fall on the couch again and despair floods me to feel an old body and worn that it no longer serves to almost nothing.

Quiet, relax, you're going to eat and drink to regain your strength, we have oxygen left over to purify our lungs.

How do you think you've been able to sleep for several hours?
If it were not for the oxygen grandfather of these children brought to them, we'd all be dead already.

He was very sick when she saw her dead son his daughter-board chose to leave, I leave a letter you can then read, is very descriptive of chaos and gives clues to escape the city.
I'm reading a letter from a stranger lies dead lying on a bed in a strange apartment.
This led to person or persons of goodwill and calls on them to take charge of their grandchildren and try to save a dying world.

"Who can read this letter I beg you take care of my two grandchildren and try to save with them.
Here there is no hope, the government by the cabinet crisis there. They have left their posts and flee with their families trying to reach the North.
From Brussels have suggested they do and form a central government in northern Europe try to coordinate the exodus of tens of thousands of Europeans who leave their countries and try to reach as wooded areas.
No no food or oxygen masks for all, not even for one in a thousand people.
Deaths have hundreds of millions of refugees in their homes or in the middle of the streets.
Nothing can be done to remedy or alleviate the suffering of these people .
The world we knew is over. Hopefully a new resurgence of the human being more conscious of respecting the environment in which it lives.
Perhaps the planet's population is reduced to a few million or even less than human beings.
My hope is that TU read this letter you can survive and lead to my two grandchildren with you so that both you are part of the survivors.

Left ten masks and tens of containers of oxygen, with enough food to survive at least a month.
I have also made ​​a plan of the places where you can go for shelter or help. 
I hope they keep working.

I'm military and biologist, was part of the Cabinet Crisis of this country, to be waste I come home from my son too late, and I am meeting dead.
They had made ​​reservations to their children in the hope that I acudiera to rescue them.

I can not stand this hell I'm also sentenced to a cancer that will end my life in a very small amount of time.

I can not save you.
To those who read this letter I beg you to save my grandchildren, they like another small may be the hope of a new world. "

I'm excited and terrified by what he describes this man who has left his last hope in the hands of strangers.

We knew the universe is doomed. No government, no order, no hope for those who remain in this country.
I suspected, but not to this degree, I'm dreaming a nightmare that never ends.

Save the Children asks, how ?. He has made plans with indications of places to go on a theoretical exodus northward, and I wonder if someone stay there or is just a hope that has already vanished.

Come on, come on, I have to leave my partner says. All are ready to leave the house as soon as possible.
We will go first to you, and will collect all northbound trying to save our lives.

Yours, I think, but shut up and sit up straight away.
I have fed, have rested, have breathed fresh air, keep doing it and it seems to have regained some of my strength.
In short time I'll be watching and embracing my dear wife, it is all I want right now.





My senses are saturated, no longer distinguish the stench of death from other equally disgusting odors.
With three bodies inside the house is to spend unimaginable asleep at night, as has happened, as have my other colleagues. Fatigue is devastating and sleep is inevitable and very well come.

We have tried to take turns, worse than good, to monitor anyone or anything unpleasant surprise us.
There has been the silence is sepulchral, ​​just a tremendous shriek breaks death when some of those who escape are covered at night viciously hunted and exterminated at the time.
What is the purpose and murder who is sentenced ?.
Stealing ?. ¿
why ?, I wonder if almost nothing has value in a hellish world that destroys itself and every being that breathes.

It is dawning and we are ready to leave the house.
We masks, weapons, costumes and provisions charged in three carts.
They weigh like lead and have dropped danto drifter the risk of broken stairs and scatter all its contents down the steps.

Despite the din nobody has gone out doors closed and silent. There seems to be nobody within the story or its occupants lay dead and hopeless.

The air is unbreathable I think, I do not dare to check covered my nose and mouth for a comfortable mask that gives me life.
We all carry with their respective deposits of vital oxygen.
Accelerating the pace hoping to get home in a couple of hours at most.
The environment is unrecognizable and can barely get my bearings. Giving away fallen trees and decaying like the piles of corpses and scattered everywhere. 


Walk not detain you, do not look, try not to slip on that infamous dirt covering the ground, saying our friend will drag the car more heavy and takes two brothers hooked his other arm.
The young woman unbelievably recovered drags another car aided by her son.
I dragged the lightest but for me I is loaded with lead.

We are already coming, my heart jumps overjoyed thinking to embrace my wife. I do not want to think that they may not have survived.
A voice tells me that it is impossible to find them alive, but do not listen, the hope still lives and allows me to keep moving my legs.

Finally my neighborhood.
What I see and I'm stepping, does not prevent me think I'm close to home, my home and ET ​​would say, my heart races as the distance is shortened.

I look forward with all my might hug and kiss my wife, but fear grips me when I think that there is little chance of finding her alive.

What ?, girl must have gone with her son without waiting ?. I weigh when I see that your chances are nil. Impossible to cross the city without dying in the attempt.

Never the neighborhood was nice and clean, but I can not tell the difference with those who have gone through.
All are filthy and uninhabitable.

Dust and dirt covers it all, the bodies are piling up everywhere, hampering the passage crushed cars like rotten trunks and branches of trees.
Countless rats proliferate among the corpses, the majority killed by their fellow chewed it move between them.
It is disgusting and fascinating to see such a spectacle, not a horror movie, this is your neighborhood, this is your world, it is the reality of a dying environment.

Man has no place, other species struggle to survive and the food is not going to miss.
Nor will lack of oxygen because once exterminated large mammals, including humans, the remaining air will be enough for insects and vermin thousands scamper before my eyes.

Step on cockroaches for hundreds, others up the leg and reach our face. 
Busy hands we can not shake them off.
At this point no longer matter to me, I always were disgusting and frightening, but now everything is more horrifying than any live insects that crawls down my face or legs.
They did not even have the strength to scare them if I could do it.

I commented, we can only reach the end of this street you are on the right, another left turn and we face the blocks where my house is.

Great, in few minutes we will be there, I respond Luis walking freely dragging heavy truck full of food and weapons.
As manages the walking that way to me is a mystery. Sort obstacles with astonishing agility, raising almost on edge creatures leading hand in his other hand.

We heard voices and noises of footsteps muffled by the shapeless mass covering the ground.
They are renegades whispers, we have to hide, but where ?. There's no hiding from view, just stick to the front and hopefully not turn the street continuing straight.

If tuck the street where we are, almost at the corner, we see no remedy.

I stretched a gun to which I look amazement. It is the first time I have a gun in his hand.
Aim and shoot firm, he says, it is easy, I removed the safety. Just pull the trigger as enfiles the weapon at the subject you want to demolish.

They approach, not many, three or four noise and carry the conversation. They laugh and brag about their exploits. They have paid a couple who wore masks and supplies. They have rope for several days due to fat booty in his possession. It seems satisfied enjoying the pain of others.

Where it came this bunch of thugs who still sow terror among the survivors more poor.
Not even be renegade soldiers, wearing their uniforms torn dead after their owners and even some laughs about it, how smart they are confusing the staff thinking come to his aid.
They come and kill without firing a shot appropriating the belongings that interest them. Masks, oxygen cans, weapons and supplies. Money no longer serves you, just like jewelry or ornaments have value to them.

They are around the corner. The sound of a shot me off the stupor that overwhelms me. One of them jumps back impelled by the force of the bullet passing through it in the chest. Blood jumps into an uncontrollable jet dyeing the dirty green shirt and is lying on his back on the floor. Immediately another shot rings and the second man stumbles and falls flat on his face on the wall. Drain and knees stands still without uttering any exclamation.
Shoot Emiliano, I cry, and without hesitation pointed to closer and pull the trigger. A red rose blooms on the shoulder and turns on itself like a top until it collapses.

The other guy tries to pull a gun uselessly rings fourth shot that shatters the front and driven is stamped against a crumbling tree on the sidewalk.
In an instant four bodies more swell the pile of dead.
I'm speechless and horrified. I killed a human being without hesitation. First and last time, I think, but I am wrong and I will soon have the chance to check.

will  continue ....

ANY ONE DAY (Story 3)

On a trip to Germany two years ago, I met a young man who was with us accompanying their parents.
I had a chance to talk long and followed with when their parents had gone to settle some affairs to the Consulate of Spain. 
Our affection was instantaneous despite the age difference. I found a sensible and mature person, considering that he was not yet twenty-five. 

The fact of traveling with their elders on a tour for seniors almost meant to me that was safe to proceed, without not being among boys his age complex.

We have a deep and sincere friendship although we have not seen too many times.

I'm thinking about the possible companion Gloria and her son on the journey of survival that project done soon.

The plans of the I do not know, it may have been and gone with their parents in search of other places with chance of survival.

I have to go home as the communications are limited and it is impossible almost use the web, without electricity or phone line most of the time.

It's a risky and dangerous journey through the city. 
There curfew what I have to leave very early and return home before dark.

I try again and again to use mobile, impossible, there is no coverage or just does not ring when I call. I have no idea what happened with connections or phone companies.

I doubt women tell them something, but how do I justify my departure out of the house ?. Perhaps the best is tell the truth but certainly is going to oppose my departure.

I do not approach it again, it's pitch dark and we made ​​some dinner. Before going to bed I mentioned it to the two. My wife is silent and reflect, Gloria immediately tells me not to, you do not you go out looking for someone to travel with me, I can manage on my own.
 
You have no chance, I replied to him. 
If this friend is willing to travel at your own risk, or only with their parents, is sure to take with them.
And I have to find out if it is, if they have already gone, or if do not want to leave home and go to stay in Madrid.

My loving wife looks at me and says, do what you must do but think about us and be very careful. We'll be waiting.

With this is enough for me, she approves of my decision even if it hurts deeply to be left alone.
For her others, the people you love are always first, then last she is. She has always been so, and has acted in this way.

Now you want your friend and the little travel insurance, it will hurt a lot to go but think only what is best for them.
Just feels to me, loves me more than anything in the world but I do understand what you consider it my duty and will not hinder or inconvenience.

Inwardly I thank him for it, although previously knew which would be his answer, however much it hurt him.

In that environment tense and painful we go to sleep waiting for a new day lead us to a different situation, and waking all has been the result of a bad dream, or a nightmare.

It is a nightmare or a bad dream, I am walking on the street in agony, I go to the house of my young friend no hope of finding it.

The stench is terrible, I go out into the street the putrefaction around me everywhere. 
Miles tons of garbage are piled to anywhere you look. 
The fallen trees are dumping pasture systematic destruction of all wood that formed the trunk and branches.
The leaves have disappeared, they have become blackish dust that invades everything .

The vision is obscene, millions of tiny larvae, worms and other microorganisms abound in the trunks and branches broken off which in turn will undoing in stinking heaps reports gray and continue hindering the passage.
The final process seems to be pure decomposition and unclean dust accumulated by thousands of tonnes.

Everything is gray, opaque, no transparency in the room. 
The view is limited to a few tens of meters without appearing to sunlight achieved through the barrier of dust suspended.

Lots of reports forms lie I accumulated on the ground. 
I approached to see what they are and a horrible smell me away. 
I do not want to go back, I have to do that is not what I'm imagining, and again I approached one of them.
 
The worst is confirmed. They are dead people piled in the middle of the street bodies. The army has been collecting and hoarding, so ?. 

I'm watching bonfires are perceived as different in the gray light of dawn tremendous.
They are burning the bodies when the piles are huge. By the spread of fire some buildings that surround the fires are blackened and some burned. And the people who inhabited them, where they are ?.  
Evicted or killed also, of course, but I assume that hundreds of thousands have been leaving the city killed or died while trying to escape under cover of night.
Many swell piles I'm spotting, this step is not necessary that asphyxia account all of us.

The soldiers will incessantly circulating equipped with masks and armed with rifles with bayonets, bows and big knives hanging from their belts.

Now I mean the absence of shots that I attributed to that there were no riots or revolts. 

No, there is no gunshots, no one can run, given a silent and effective death.
I notice more and see that the ground is pasty in a mixture report dust, debris and blood.

The blood is mixed with everything and form a mass that is forming capricious and reports resecting the garbage accumulated forms.

It is frightening to imagine that they have become
the streets of the big city. 

At night the hell breaks loose in the form of summary executions of anyone who circulates without special permission from transit, or at least is what I assume, although it may be that these permissions are already exist.

If they exist, who has them and that are issued ? I wonder.

Reports figures are appearing in the buildings, which in silence and dragging some belongings walk in silence, no one knows where or how intentions. 

All I can imagine, fleeing risking that night they caught exposed and pass part of the piles of dead are piled everywhere waiting to be incinerated.

There is no compassion I think, night falls and anyone caught outside houses is executed without mercy, when not allowed to pass.

I am imagining, but It is what happens when I see dozens of bodies piled one hundred or two hundred meters.

The vision of my environment is horrible, but the unspeakable plague that attacks my senses makes it almost impossible to imagine anything other than follow, step after another, do not ask, do not talk, do not think.

One more step, and another, do not look, do not think, continue your way until you reach your destination and you achieve into a safe haven, if it already exists somewhere.

My home is sure yet, I think, but for how long ?. 

The fatigue comes over me, I will fall from time to time, and will be the end of everything.

The idea tempts me, let yourself go, lie down on the floor and wait I tell me your final. Everything will be easier as well, will end your worries, put an end to this endless nightmare that leads nowhere.
I dropped it, I dropped the idea is attractive and I'm about to lean against a wall and slide down to the ground when a tiny form walking clutching the hand of another bigger form invades my view.
It is a small dragged almost by the hand of his mother or father, no way of knowing.

The memory of small living at home fills my mind and it keeps me off right there. You must follow, I say, do not leave, it would be unforgivable to do it. They still have a chance, you do not. And let you die when the time comes and you are home.

The idea of home, of my bed, lie down and wait for the end I come as a balm that relieves fatigue. But even the hope of providing an opportunity for salvation to Gloria and her little makes me move my feet, one after another, another step, and so gradually after hours of walking I spot the house I want.

There will be someone in it or anything this effort has not been for nothing.
I'm stupid, I repeat again and again, as you have committed an error of this nature.
Do not you think?
There is no doubt you are overtaken by events, you from thinking, it seems incredible that for years were a good chess player.

It is not for less. Took two hours stalking the door of the apartment of my friend, hoping someone enters or exits to sneak inside, and no one has appeared in it or tried to open it from outside.
The building appears to be dead, no movement, no light, How could I be light, stupid ?, nobody in or out and I thought contact idiot like Michael. By calling a bell that sounds ?. No phone line, no electricity, I can not knock on his door as two iron gates prevent access. Someone has to open up and use the key to enter the building. I've been here two hours, it is almost dusk, not if my friend or your family are at home or have left, is almost night and very early curfew prevented from being on the street.
What do ?.
die , stupid, my name again. 
You are about to lose their lives unnecessarily, you've made ​​a mistake in the round, as you leave your house without informing you go ?, to be alert to franquearte step. 
You thought you were going to get, you called with the intercom, you would open or not depending on whether they were at home or were already gone.
What fool ?, electricity, which let electricity to operate the goalkeeper ?.

Calm down and think, I mean, do not get nothing insulting. 
Think, think, that you can do to save your life.

Find a shelter before it's too late. You stay in without moving or murmur, and expect to spend the night.
Tomorrow you'll see what you do.

A shelter, where ?, think, think.

It makes me light in a flash, find a subway exit . 
There is a close, and although trains do not work for some time, maybe you can enter the tunnel and take shelter in.  
 
That said and done, I sit, I'll avoiding obstacles and stamping all kinds of bugs and filth. Not attend to the sounds they make my boots on the ground, better not see what my feet trample. 
I try not sneak because if I fall and not get up. There are piles of charred bodies here and there, the smell is a physical barrier that prevents me from walking or breathing. I have a terrible pain in the throat and lungs. I'm swallowing the smoke, dust, filth in the air, and hardly I grok enough oxygen to move.
Each step I needed a strong will not knock me down and let me die on, swallowing filth or suffocate directly with indescribable mud flooded the streets.

I am facing the subway.

Thank God, I think, is open but a lot of semi tronchados bodies prevent almost access. 
I must trample and climb over them to get in.

They are rotting and full of worms that run through my hands and arms when I grabbed some body. But I must contain nausea and disgust that stirs my guts. The fear of staying out makes climb the mountain of bodies and lower crawling on it.

When I'm down I shake my clothes, hands and feet ensuring that all vermin fall to the ground.
It's dark, the light from outside is shrinking and bodies prevent obstructing the entrance between the slightest hint of clarity.

Ando about ten meters clinging to the walls like a blind man stumbling over bodies and objects that do not see, until finally bend right into another hallway. Stumble and fall headlong into a soft mass that seems to move at my weight.

Be careful fuck, I said a hoarse voice from the dark, you have fallen on me.
Sorry, sorry, I see nothing.

Now you You get used to the dark and you can make out shapes and obstacles.

Who are you ?. Why have you come to this hell of death ?. 

I have to spend the night outside my house, I came for a friend and can not enter the building. Not whether or not you, then logically the intercom not
working and no one enters or leaves through the gate.

You're crazy out of your house, the street is a place of death, theft, murder and pain. I tell you I've been surviving several days and have seen it all. 
My house burned when they made ​​a bonfire with hundreds of rotting bodies and had to leave to escape.
He lived alone, was studying in Madrid when all this started, my family live south of the Pyrenees and have no means to go with them.
I'm stuck in this damn city and I can think of a way to escape. 
On the day I'm going across town to the north, when night approaches seek a mouth Metro and I dug into it expecting again light to keep going. 
I want out of here somehow.

My name's Louis, I have twenty-three, and what's your name.
I am Emiliano, since passage of sixty-five, I'm retired and I liked to write in a blog.

In a blog ?, as the original, do not know anyone who did.

Here you have one, I took almost three years to do so.

And that is your blog if I may ask?

From a whole some of my thoughts, experiences, my family, my cat "Gatufo" sometimes politics or history, and so am from topic to topic, write the first thing that comes to mind and desembucho out of my body and my mind, concerns or feelings that go through my head.

Majo, because if you survive this and things are back to their'll normally have a lot of experiences to relate.
Ha ha, will be good to read you once you pass all this chaos .
 
 
Luis, I love you think so, you say "when all this is over," do you really think will happen ?.

Yes, I think, man has been in worse circumstances. Have you heard of the bubonic plague ?.

Yeah right, who not settled almost half of the population in Europe and Asia.

Notes Emiliano, it will remain alive and the strongest or the most prepared. 
Two-thirds or more of the population will disappear, it is necessary to clean all the rottenness in which they had become men. 
The nature, the earth is defended well, and well to do it. 
Sooner or later it had to happen something.


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ANY ONE DAY (Story 2)

I keep watching TV without seeing it, I do not pay attention to what the speaker, what strange glitches ?,.
Do all strings with technical problems ?, I do not believe it and say nothing to no worse fears of the two women.
The boy, Tony ?, Pedrito or call him Tony, is nestled against his mother and still not speaking though his face no longer shows the tension that had a few hours ago.

I leave the room and turned on the radio, a station must read what is happening, I think, I have luck and it is.
Achievement capture a pirate station where they are saying that the army has taken all television and radio, want to control what is broadcast so that people not be alarmed over what that's it.
The slogan is "not panic" with adverse news.
They are not aware that severing the information people Alarm much more.

Already riots and demonstrations in several European cities.
In Paris and London have repressed Mass demonstrations harshly and there are hundreds of detainees and several deaths.
People want to know what is happening and that his government is taking measures to address the problem.
 
Nothing easier to ask measures to tackle the problem, but which ?. I can not think, I am a retired 65 who barely can take care of my wife and take my house, which I know to tackle problems of this global nature if not I can not even afford my own.

I prejubilé of I work in a bank 52 years. After three years and believe me free prejubilarme tasks Maria was diagnosed with "multiple sclerosis" so I took the reins of the house and started to care.

Previously she had cared for me and my three daughters. He had done with love and total dedication. 
The debt of love to her was huge, priceless, well, who would take care of it better than me ?. I think no one, and she just accepted that it was I who by herself and the house was done.

My daughters were no longer with us, had their own life, and Mary did not want them involved at all in our own problems.

I return the reality of what is happening and stop thinking about my affairs that do not interest anyone.

Not to do, go out and buy more batteries ?, even a stove will be necessary if the power goes out, and candles, matches, and alcohol or gas for cooking if I can not use the kitchen.

It is necessary to list the most necessary to stay and endure in the house as long as possible.

Medications also, I have to go through the pharmacy before they happen monitor medications.

Mary does not take all that much, a drug that relieves their pain, is a "fluoxetine" antidepressant but I have to have a doctor's prescription.
Did they ask you now with this situation ?, I hope not, but I have another box to spend nearly thirty days.
In my case I need painkillers, who does not ?, alcohol, a disinfectant, thinks, I tell myself.   
 
Make a list asap everything you need and get out there before it's too late.

I have to calm down and think coolly. And the child ?, What will need a kid that age ?. I do not remember his age if his mother told me so, appears six years, but I do not know, I have to ask Gloria, she will tell me what the poor need.

Any soothing ?. But a little kid like not take painkillers, stupid me say, think, think and do not lose your head, see if the painkillers will need yourself.

It would not be uncommon, two years ago I had a dreadful depression, thought would not leave her.
I left, keep taking the medication you take Cuca, my wife, the "fluoxetine" generic that years ago was marketed under the brand "Prozac" even books were written about it.

Who cares about that now, Emilian , turns on you and let stories.



I go out of my reverie, I'm being called and not the first time.

Cuca (pet name) tells me that they will give an official statement in ten minutes, they said please be very attentive and serve to spread the news to family , friends, or neighbors, it is very important to keep in mind.

I fear the worst, and I confirm my suspicions when President flanked by military commanders and the police show up.
It addresses the Spaniards in a brief speech and communicates to us that according to the Cabinet of urgency consists in Brussels, throughout the European Union, starting tomorrow is established "curfew" for all territories of the Union.
It will be in effect from twelve o'clock until six dawn, only people who must work at night or will fulfill tasks required a special pass to circulate and must now ask their companies and agencies.
It makes for the good of all, he adds, and to the extraordinary situation Some of the constituents rights of citizens are suspended until we have full control of what is happening.  
 
The announcement will create panic was not yet unleashed. My projects surtirme of the most necessary for survival becomes more difficult. Today I have to leave if I want to bring some needed. 

I leave ya, I tell Cuca and Gloria, I'll buy a few things before they run out.
I grab my bank cards, a handful of bills, my shoulder, what a gun, I think ?. Not for now, do not be exaggerated, in addition to gun, a knife?
You do not have anything and are incapable of using it. 
Have you gone mad ?. and 
desist, and go quickly without waiting for the elevator that always lingers or I can let trapped.

People are leaving their homes, want to monopolize whatever before it runs out, they thought the same as me and no one will attend reasons.

No one in the bank tellers area, cashiers not provide any money and some are broken.
I have to make do with the cash if they find something to buy.

Riots in every supermarket controlled by the army. Nobody makes row and everyone wants to come at once, grabbing what they can and unpaid, no time or employees.
Gunshots heard in the cool look, and in view of the panorama I address some of the pharmacies that caught me close .

Two, three, closed up tight. 
At last I see one that has light and some people wait outside.
No tumult as in supermarkets, wonder and I say if, dispatched even without prescription.

When I'm at the counter I ask everything you can think of, the young man who serves me tells me that only one package of each drug per person. No more than yourself solidarity, tells me.
OK, young, but is an ongoing chronic treatment. I need at least two or three boxes of "fluoxetine" and also anti inflammatory, I tell my wife suffers from "multiple sclerosis", well sir, but not abuse.
I get three packs of medication, two of the anti inflammatory, alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, bandages, two or three of analgesics, and nothing else, is enough
said.
Pay what you ask without thinking and go faster than he repents. 
It has gotten out and begin to aggregate a large number of people in the door.
Luckily, I think, have arrived on time thank God.

Now to find a hardware store or shop around for one euro. 
You're last in the hands of the Chinese community. I hope that one is open and supplies last.

I'm journeying from one store to another, all are no stocks and some even looted, do memory and remember a small situated in a passageway little busy.
It is open, and immediately entered and I quickly grabbing everything I get it. 
There are too many items, but take a flashlight, several packs of batteries, a tool, large nails and a big hammer, matches, candles, disposable containers, garbage bags, and finally a large stock of all what occurs to me as I see in the middle shelves empty since. 
Buy a large duffel bag and introduce all bought into it.
I also purchased an ax and a machete, there were just two, without thinking I gripped them and take them hanging from my belt when I leave the store. Hardly nothing left, several buyers were doing what I, taking everything almost.

A good step and alert I go back to my house.
  A safe for today I think, as I open the door and hear the voices of Gloria, Cuca and child. 
It will be possible, is already saying something small, I do not want to go and scare him. 
If I do certainly shut up, so I walked in silence, I grabbed Gatufo waiting for me and I go to the studio where I have my stuff .
Storage on the floor, carefully, shopping and immediately my cat starts to smell the bags. He always wants to know everything that goes into the house and did not seem happy having a baby inside her.

I expected glued to the front door and then was knocked down to him scratch his belly.
How lucky you Gatufo, I think, you do not hear of anything that's happening out there.

I put the radio, and I try to tune in a station on the other side of the Atlantic. 
At last, I understand that it is Saint Paul, Minnesota, USA, are giving news what happens in Canada. 
They say the disaster has not been so great in remote regions of British Columbia, it appears that large forests of the Rocky being saved until the time of disaster.
 
Alaska is also safe, say, recommend people to stay in their homes, in their cities, and not to rush into regions that still retain the trees.
They think that if the forest reserves are careful, will subsequently retransplantation, which would be a very good option to try to save the planet.

Good news, what say good? They are wonderful news coming up my spirits as one can imagine.
The world will not end today, God is merciful to the human race after all and do not want to erase from the face of this earth but we deserve it.

Two years ago my faith had it disappeared altogether from not remember when it was a convinced agnostic years, after spending a severe depression my mind and my spirit took a turn-eighty and now if I think, or at least try hard day after day.

I feel that God is there and hears us, although I do not believe or do not feel this sense of solidarity faith.
Hearing this news a deep joy
is spreading inside me. 

All is not lost for man, we learn ever not abuse this land that welcomes us ?. This will be a final notice, hopefully it is, and have a second chance.
I struggle to contain my joy and not give false hope to my people. 
Canada or Alaska are far away, and who tells me that in a few days would not be Like Europe ?.  
Calla not be mad, I say, and think it will not be the end of everything.

I'll see to Cuca, Gloria and small. TV sounds and remain very quiet.

 When I arrive I see you are giving just the news. 
There woodland in some places, they say, 
trust in other remote places on earth can retained trees, and recommend that we do not lose calm and hope. 
It is a crisis will happen, say although not know when.

At the moment the "curfew" remains in force for tomorrow in Europe and recommend not going outside. 
The soldiers and police have precise instructions not to allow circular anyone without permission in rule . If an emergency occurs recommend phoning emergency and expect not leave for any reason, esperaren for someone to go to the call.

We looked,  smiled with relief and hope lies between us as a soft and comfortable garment that comforts us .
Even little smiles and hugs her mother tightly. 

It's time we take something and go to bed, tomorrow is another day I think, a new day in this nightmare.

Gloria joins me in the kitchen and asks me if wish she prepares dinner.
With infinite relief would say yes, please put what is happening and told him where I keep the supplies.
No need to tell you that is austere with rations have to last us as possible, she knows it all too well and I think make it right.

I'll prepare the room for herself and her son, sure to be very tired and confirming my prognosis for dinner retire to the room.

We were alone Cuca, Gatufo and I, the Pussycat climbs over me as he always does and immediately falls asleep over my legs.


My lap or my thighs are the best Gatufo bed, sleep tight there soon after perching, and often the two together ronquemos . 
It relaxes me feel you up, emits an extremely pleasant warmth toning my joints and relax.

We spent some time in silence before getting ready to go to bed.
In recent years Cuca need my help for bed. I help him sit up, toileting, grooming, undress, lie in bed and finally let him lying before I do it myself.

Gatufo always with us, wants to play and gets in the middle, between her legs and no leaves her walking with her ​​walker the short distance makes from the wheelchair to the toilet or bed.

Never before have we prayed together, after many years of marriage in which she prayed silently and I slept right away, now we do it aloud. Usually me who the father asks God to protect us, to take care of our daughters and friends, forgive our faults, and always thank the three together in bed.
Gatufo always sleeps in the middle of the two. First he puts our feet when passing a while stealthy slides upwards and is placed too complacent in our midst. Crush Clothing and Cuca usually left uncovered as it sticks to it.

It is our daily ritual, once in bed and all is peace until the next day.
Lately that peace has disappeared from my head. I think what's going on for days and no council sleep.

Tonight I have a glimmer of hope and begin to feel that you are not running around.

We're going to be more complicated still four, will have to manage food thoroughly, but then I'll have help with Gloria to take care of the house and Cuca. 
It seems a strong and courageous young, sure will fit in well with us as long as this crisis. Then we'll find solutions for herself and her son.

With this thought I manage to fall asleep and move on, but my hard scarcely six hours sleep, suddenly I'm awake and wanting to throw me out of bed.
The first thought goes into the trees, it is not possible to have collapsed, did I dreamed? .
I go to the living room and peered across the street crystals viewpoint. The trees of the avenue where I live are lying on the asphalt and sidewalk. 

All leaves are huge piles that the wind carries from one place to another, making breathing a painful labor.
There will be billions of leaves fluttering all cities, all at once and no one managed to collect as was done before.

What does this government of monitor, trigger and control food. 
He would have to clear the streets of fallen trees and rotten branches, millions of leaves in the soil dusted everything. 
Allergies and coughs that accompany the common denominator to all. Even those who were not allergic before now are acquiring and conditions of asthma must be increasing to unsuspected.

Who cares about the situation we live ?, of course the authorities not only concerned with control, restrict and filter the news coming.

Absorbed I dozed until a loud noise does wake me from my sleep.
They're knocking on the door, not if you go see who is not expecting anyone and I have no mood for visitors.
They insist more strongly and I hear they call me Emiliano opens, we are. Opens please and call back with his knuckles.

I open immediately, they are not expected friends, living above us and did not know they were here.

Gatufo is not hidden, I should have realized that knows them.

Fidel, Maria, as you are ?, Pass, Pass fast, I do not like having the door open. Less now.

I thought you were not here, that happened ?, you were not at the beach?

Do not answer if you ask me.

What is happening ?, Emiliano you have any idea ?. We were at my daughter, back before because Mary was not well.
portended something, you know who is half witch.

that not tell you, we've run out of trees, a rare disease or virus that nobody knows he has done that go plummeting in a short space of time. There is not one, and that can not happen.
The evil is global, and no provision for any alternative to the disaster.

And the consequences, which can be Emiliano ?, I asked Mary.

I imagine very, very bad in reality.
Since the world is habitable, the trees have been there, with all the needy of these animals.
Now they go, collapse and die, may be the announcement of a not habitable for any living earth, which the fall of the forests could be the first vine step eradicate animal life.

Optimistic're not to say, answer me again she is not going to be so black, I'm sure a solution will be.

Hopefully you have loved right, but no vegetation, no life, no rain, no water, no food, everything will end in a short period of time.
It is my opinion, quite pessimistic and without much discretion, but I think this world we knew he is already very little.

And our grandchildren will happen to them ?, is now the one who asks me.

I do not know Fidel, you know we do not have grandchildren, our daughters did not want to be mothers. 
At the moment I am glad, and is not see future for themselves in as parched as this land.

It Emilliano, stop, your words cause me chills and I prefer not to think about anything're suggesting. 

Just as well, go to the room that you have to file a friend and her son. 

I'm dripping with sweat, it is illogical as this ending September, but it seems that the summer begins again, passing day makes it much more heat.

The idea comes immediately, is it that the absence of trees raises temperature of the planet ?, and if so, to what degree is raising temperatures go ?.

Another problem more in which to think.

It's been several days since I left for the last time on the street. 
I have not had dire need to leave the house to get something we need, and I doubt I could already find anything you need.

We have food for almost a month if we manage. I have frozen some vegetable dishes theme vitamins and not if freezing vegetables vitamin C or other follow them.

No apparent lack of this vitamin in us and perhaps soon the symptoms of this deficiency appear. 
We have no fruit, no fresh produce and possibly soon begin gum problems and other undesirable symptoms associated with a lack of vitamin C.

The last purchase I made ​​was a generator and fuel to supply rationed maximum power outages increasingly numerous.

When the power goes out we were totally disoriented, put the group for ensuring that the frozen refrigerator are not lost, just now, and to boil water or cook some food for little Pedro.

Now starts to say something, he speaks to his mother and Gatufo, my wife and I currently do not enter into his world of silence.

There are fights and killings in the streets. The authority has virtually disappeared, the police and Civil Guard have been fed without resigning incentive to suppress and preserve order. 
How to order many would wonder if there is anything ?. ¿Suppress, shoot, restrain the people who fed and hopeless out to fend ?. No, they have said, in addition to serving us wages if no where to spend them.

Do not go to work, rubbish and waste flood the streets with what the atmosphere is unbreathable. Rats and vermin of all kinds swarming everywhere so that it becomes very difficult to walk without being assaulted by them.
Nobody trusts anyone, we are all potential enemies in the streets and who had a gun carries it to defend or to attack and rob who neglects or made ​​shot.

I assume that some still go to their essential work, no light from time to time, the water continues to flow from the tap at certain times, even television there are moments that works to put programs back or give any statement.

local news are also given mostly calm and recommended, it does not come out if not strictly necessary, and pray again and again not to participate in any protest or demonstration as no longer guarantee individual rights of anyone.  
 
Start being the only army patrolling the streets and do not walk punches. When riots or attacks, just shoot and go collecting and piling the dead nobody knows where.

A lot of people have left the city of Madrid, have left their homes northbound waiting to get somewhere where reigns the order and especially where there They have completely disappeared trees.

In the great mountain ranges in Europe, North, Canada and Russia remain forested areas where it has not completely collapsed the entire tree forest and life has some normalcy.

These areas are heavily guarded, do not allow the entry of strangers who invade their lands and have not done anyone who has left your home, your city or even your nation aspiring to occupy a place safe from disaster. 

The more you listen to the radio and more news how are you come to my knowledge, the greater my disappointment.

I do not see a solution to this disaster nor can we leave the house. 
What do ?, I wonder again and again, but do not want betray or bring my concerns to my wife, Gloria or the kid.

What has to happen will happen, why would you disturb them or put them the fear in the body ?. I see no object, so shut up and dissimulation.

A Gatufo can not bring discouragement, though the poor cat is sad when my perceives me sad and worried.
Nothing on me or the situation will go unnoticed by my cat, and is not as playful as usual before.


We can almost breathe healthy air hardly enters into our lungs.

As the days go by the atmosphere surrounding territories treeless has lost oxygen and the deaths of living weakened or ill have multiplied to the limit.

With little electricity emits almost no television, only manifest crisis cabinet in Brussels are read, which seek to reassure the public with absurd statements calling for calm as everything will be all right soon.
Neither they believe such a thing, no hope when the air we breathe is exhausted.

The termination will not be, hunger, wars, because the sun goes out, or a multitude of nuclear explosions.
The end of living things on earth shall be for lack of trees.
According to experts, an unknown and fulminant virus has attacked the entire global forest, only near the South or North Pole territories have escaped the catastrophe. say
Lands as Canada, Finland, Russia and Norway have escaped losing their forests.
Something similar happens in southern Argentina and Chile, who knows.
Maybe the cold in these latitudes the virus has stopped, and trees are those areas that generate little it is becoming oxygen we breath.


No results for all trees produce less than they consume living beings and widespread slaughter of thousands of millions will be necessary to balance the equation.

How many living beings will need to die to balance the scales ?. Nobody knows, it is possible that only one in a hundred, or a thousand, to survive.

The army has gathered all oxygen tanks that were in hospitals and industries.
They are providing the children and people who think will be necessary for our species survive the debacle.

But I ask you, who decides who and why ?. We know nothing about the matter, only remains for us to wait and stop completely in our activity to consume less oxygen as possible.

We are choking hopeless, it's only a matter of time, and despair or depression takes its toll on the entire human species.

At home our discouragement can not be concealed. The little whimpers of continuous coughing for almost all day and seems an asthmatic child when he had never been before.
His mother is desperate and he says it is willing to go north for your child better. 
I try to discourage because I think we have very little chance to come alive, but I have no arguments to desist, because here they can expect ?. 
To die millions of people to the atmosphere breathable for survivors ?.

makes no sense when his child has symptoms of utter exhaustion and asthma is preying on his lungs.

By age maybe my wife and myself need less oxygen our lungs no longer have the ability of a young and our bodies do not need much worn consumption the vital air to survive. 

Are you still thinking about go away ?, I ask her.

Yes, I have no choice. I can not witness inactive as life is leaving my son, I must do something, whatever. 
Although it costs us both life want to try.

I can not tell you anything to comfort you, I do not think that staying here you can expect to survive.

If my wife could walk and we were somewhat younger would go we with you as well, as we can not go with you.

I understand, and do not worry about us, we have a chance if we leave early, before the rout is general and million people begin to move towards northern Europe and Russia. 
We may have to walk thousands of miles or find some living means of transportation that can be dodging obstacles.

I'll see what I can do to facilitaros long journey. I'll contact some of my young friends to see if you can one go. We will have to look for a horse or mule that can make the journey with you. 

It will be very hard to find, and will cost a lot of money tells me.

It's just in a few days the money will be worthless assuming now worth something, which I doubt , you will pay with gold or jewels, I guess.

You do not have to, because we'll manage.

I want to do, and make possible so that you get to a place where you may survive. 


Thank you, thank you, we can never forget you. If my son and myself will we survive with your help.



will continue ....