Image of the horrors of war...

Corrida is a form of bullfighting, a traditional entertainment for all estates. Translated from Spanish «corrida» is derived from the verb «correr» which has two meanings «run» and «endure», that fully corresponds to the concept. Bulls, as if in a mousetrap, are forced to fight for their lives without the possibility to escape.
As always, it is a great show and more and more people are coming. For some reason a strange feeling of danger overcame me, something is definitely not right here, but what? From the corner of my eye I noticed a group of people leaving in a hurry, as if they are trying to escape…
Two hours later the show is almost finished. Suddenly it becomes extremely hot, somehow uncomfortable... blinding flash. My head is exploding, everything was noisy and buzzing and then silence. When I am able to open my eyes, I have no idea how much time has passed.
Whatever it was, I felt relieved, as if someone was lifting me up and something else warm, like a gentle hand stroking me, dripped down my face. I think it’s blood, and it’s mine. I blacked out and darkness swallowed me up.
