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"We are the hollow men
we are the stuffed men
bowing together,
head full of straw. Ah Our voices
dried, when We whisper together
are dull and pointless
as wind in dry grass
or rats' feet over broken glass
in our dry cellar "( TS Elliot)



After the impact I turned off the car and stayed completely still in the seat. I had the grim certainty that she had died. Suddenly I could not breathe, felt there was enough air, temples throbbed and beat me like a painful amplified drum rattle in the head. Had hit a person. One older woman who had tried to slow red cross. As the crowd swirled around the woman lying in the middle of the road is something in me refused to admit that he was really dead.

was happening all like a movie, as if I were the viewer outside the frame perpetrated by a mediocre writer, the only difference that here, now, now, I sweated too much hands so that all that was pure fiction. They

three police cars, two ambulances ... got me in a trance, exhausted, still air of the car. Someone I spoke softly, a policeman approached me, grabbed my keys and parked the car so as not to interrupt the flow. They checked my papers. All in order. There would be no problem, the police said, as several witnesses had already testified that she crossed inappropriately and that the speed at which I circulated was adequate.

Of all But I do feel better.

The ambulance man pouted sagging and covered the body with a blanket. My dark omen was fulfilled. The woman was dead.

Suddenly I was cold. Something I could not see and think clearly. Something dark, like a cold steam enveloped me inside. In that moment, I fully realize that, of necessity, had to have a before and after in life after killing (albeit unintentional, accidental) of a fellow, a living person, but not 'd never tried or felt for her the slightest affection.
Man is an animal ethical, moral, interwoven for a million different branches and tributaries in the collective.

was just then when I went through your mind before and after this again would not be even remotely similar to any before and after I had known or sensed before. It was not like that before and after you invade and drives after a rare internal mechanism, for example, have been unfaithful to your wife, after betraying a friend or when you go from poverty to wealth through a stroke of luck .

No, it seemed much worse. This was another totally different feeling. It was not just an annoying discomfort, it was not intimate any transient cognitive dissonance and adjustable between principle and pragmatism. It was something much deeper what was at stake now.
This was something that would last, I thought.

They put the body in the ambulance and took him away. The crowd began to disperse. Very kindly, two police officers told me that my car cogiese you need and, please, attend the police station to conduct the proceedings in the police report.

I entered the car, opened the glove compartment and took the two tickets. Only two entries.

stating I was in police reports and completed less than three hours, but had to return the next day to the site of the accident reconstruction. A psychologist prescribed me some pills to sleep and I moved a bunch of short basic tips to get by for half an hour.

gave me a tea and went outside, alone, thinking: what is it made and thought a sunny spring morning after running over and killing someone ... when one is alone? I did not know and I do not have any protocol provided about these cases in any manual.

So I started walking aimlessly, randomly, trying to piece together and match what had happened that morning. He Sound the beat of a human body on my car, like something that can be crushed cartilage with a sledgehammer. He was also the feeling of cold and lack of air. Her disorientation before and after. Body image was covered with a white sheet. He ... two entries. The two tickets he had taken the glove box. I had thought of nothing else. Had sought the entries automatically, unconsciously and instinctively, while the body still warm was being uploaded to the ambulance.

I am a person of varied interests and passions, but the band's Michael Stipe, Buck and Mills were among the first in the list. Almost an obsession. They had removed 14 studio albums and I was over 45, between pirates and other oddities, but never, for whatever reason, had seen them live.

was going to be the first time. Before the accident, of course. Had long been thinking about that concert. Had bought them online for more than a month: 170 euros each entry to the best location of the stadium-just across the band, some mere twenty meters well worth it.

call work. I was about to call my wife when something stopped me.

was trying to think. I did not know what to do. "Accelerate" was a good album an album of maturity and were not about kids, but this had been a little short. Contained songs and powerful personality "Supernatural Superserious" . But surely that night would play most of the "Automatic for the people" and "New Adventures in Hi-fi" , my two favorite albums. classics like "Low Desert", "Man on the Moon" and "Electrolite" fall fixed.

The "Out of Time" had heard about a million times. Had at least one rare Japanese limited edition with two bonus-track that he had bought on ebay for a very respectable.

I said I could not missing. I could not lose after so many sacrifices, dreams and pursuits.

gave only three concerts across the country. And the guys were in top form, who would know if it would be his last tour? Tensions between the three were on the rise. Could be separated, breaking the group, each man for himself. Or even die. Happened before in other bands. REM Kaput. And I have lost my great and unique opportunity to watch my favorite supergroup of all time live. Could not miss that show. Why should I? I did not know that old, she had crossed in red, had been rushed so crazy , Crossing in red, into my car ... I had screwed up in the morning and now, if left, would embitter even the long-awaited concert of Georgia .... Moreover, what is supposed to do after running over and killing someone? "Work at all times so that your behavior could serve as a Principle of Universal Law" sentence he had read the previous day in a Sunday supplement and had memorized unintentionally, such as a chorus of a song you hate summer . Kant was. But what does that really mean? What universal principle referred to by the philosopher? Any old fool had ever thrown at his car for die after and spoil the day? Collaborated with an NGO, vote for a progressive party, I believe in the redistribution of wealth, I do not support violence, I am in favor of renewable energy, I am against animal cruelty, I am concerned about climate change .. . Are not those enough "principles"? Do not fit into this alleged superhuman Universal Law and fundamental moral that even at the concert (the "Concert") after what happened?

So I did not call my wife.

I got into the park by the entrance of the avenue. Apple put in the mp3 garnet I always kept in the inside pocket of my jacket the "Around the Sun " - a record beaten and scorned by critics but I had learned to value and appreciate very positively on the basis of hundreds of listeners, and went toward the light that filtered through the trees. those first guitars sounded sharp of "Electron Blue" and I thought those guys were too good to let them escape from Georgia because of an old and slow unknown. The contortion of pain and disorientation he had felt so far began to decline; ran like water in a sink, emptying out of me. My body and my mind revolved around music, chords involved now. I did not feel so cold. I closed my eyes, it sounded "Wanderlust" ... I was losing sight little by little had happened to me was just a few hours, all the sudden and painful accuracy, stunning, cool ... at one point that even my own indifference amazed me.

After the show I would tell my wife what had happened in the morning. Would tell all, without omitting anything. Tell them to emotional and complicated process of what had happened could be delayed, postponed, by certain and life circumstances such as those that our concert. Before and after the new well could wait a few more hours in the refrigerator. Pain Portable, forgotten in a drawer for a few hours for a good cause. Life is like a quantum entity, sometimes 2 +2 is 5 or 7, the unpredictability, the drift just intuited the shoals, the contradictions and intimate crevices. She would understand. I would not give too much importance. Surely not. Was comforting to think your understanding. She would say what he did was perfectly normal, reasonable, and I was not crazy or a callous and amoral hollow type which had been to a concert after ...

The morning was back to light. A stranger had tried to ruin. But now no longer thought of moral principles and universal laws. Only I tried to imagine how it would sound live on "Man on the moon" just twenty yards away.

A great concert I expected.

Greetings Jim. Everyone has a young Raskolnikov inside.