An unforgettable night
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Chapter VIII: When the older brothers marry
San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, Mexico
There are a vast amount of reminiscences of my childhood, inextricably linked to my grandfather. Among all these recollections, one stands out, forever present, with all its clarity and in each minute detail; it has impressed itself in such a way that not even the passing of the years has diminished it, in the least bit. These I see as clearly as I see this poor panic-stricken child; she has got up from the sitting room floor where she was quietly coloring.
The girl has a large coloring book in her hand, and a box of crayons beside her, abruptly set aside, as they lie still on the floor. She looks stunned, as she listens to the deafening bursts of the furious machine guns. They sound so close by, barely separated by the walls that at the moment, seem to lose their invulnerability.
Outside there is the din of shots firing into the night. They also can be heard, with utter clear-cut clarity, as they mix with the dreadful shouts and the desperate cries of the unfortunate opponents, on whom the bullets have found their mark. Among the background of all this chaos and pandemonium, the sudden explosions of the bombs, from the aircraft still far away, sound off distinctly like screams in the night. Too close for her comfort, the violent blasts from the hand grenades, the exploding shells of the tanks, seem to occur in the rooms next door, as the war rages on, advancing contemptuously down the streets, totally indifferent to her fear. It was at that tender age that she discovered, dreams may and have been shattered, apparently, for no reason at all.
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