Coming soon... An experiment
January 8th
1 This was the day the first violence started. I was brewing coffee - even in those days of waking up feeling that something was coming I needed my coffee - and I heard the crash. I turned around and saw the stone lying in the center of the room, the broken window. I felt like I was in a dream, walking to it, picking it up, turning it in my hand. I didn’t know what to do. It was the size of my fist. I looked out the hole in my window, where glass had been only seconds earlier and saw nobody… but someone had picked it up and thrown it. I grabbed my phone and realized it was broken. I couldn’t call the police. I’d given up on landlines years ago. So I picked up my keys and got in the car to drive to the police station to make a report. 2 I saw more as I drove. A family of three - man, wife and young daughter were being dragged from their home. I only heard snippets but “Please, we are happy as we are” filtered into my car. I wanted to stop, to help the family but as...
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