My Dog Has Eaten Ibuprofen

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What I will say now is not news to anyone. Do not expect any great revelation or anything more than something that the soul asked me out. Today already raised sad since yesterday, 11-M, black day. I remember vividly that morning when I found out at the bus stop 27, while waiting for the bus, that something big had happened in Madrid and, since it was an attack and that this is almost synonymous with ETA, all at the stop we attribute. Also remember everyone in the office was more aware of every minute of the events of his own work.

And, mind you, after all not going to be the anniversary of that day which dominates today, but on an entirely different reason, we are all awaiting another human catastrophe. Of this, at least, we can not be blamed for esta vez no ha sido el propio hombre el que ha provocado cientos (y mucho me temo que miles) de muertes. Precisamente por ello, porque estamos totalmente vendidos ante cualquier susto que la naturaleza nos quiera dar, yo, como la mayoría, se acuerda en estos momentos de que somos completamente insignificantes, de que nuestra vida, alrededor de la que gira todo nuestro universo, es exactamente igual que los cientos de centros de universos que ha arrastrado el agua sin ningún miramiento.

También hoy hemos estado pendientes de ello en el curro, quizás también porque nuestra empresa está muy relacionada con Japón y muchos de nuestros contactos se encuentran allí y, por lo tanto, también This was the track, plus two friends had to travel there next week and that is seen as the playground, do not believe (or want) to do so.

If there is one thing that I find especially in such tragic events is to see how victims struggle against his fate with the last hope for salvation, as the car that ran down a lonely road trying to escape from the wave to be pouncing on his right, trusting, or not, while you get from your house you could see clearly from the air and with more information than he, who had absolutely no chance, like Mr that from the top floor of one of the twin towers waving a handkerchief from the window, reminding the world that was there waiting to be rescued. I remember well that time because the first thing that came to mind was "you're dead", and the worst was that he did not know it and I do. That thought struck me and it was for me the most striking image of that day.

We sold and do not know. We believe that we control our lives and really depend on the whims of nature (or in many cases of nudges you have to stop acting as well). And now the thought of long before these cases, we can not complain, we can already give us an edge on the teeth because, after all, we are alive. But what do you want me to say? I suppose, that all our problems have absolutely no importance but personally I refuse to think that my life consists simply in not being dead.