The roar was tremendous. People poured into the street screaming and panicking over the total. Andrea was still there in the middle of the road, stupid, stuck. Around him the crowd was running, the factory went up in flames along with his district, and while he waited to come out from the factory his family. Andrea, though he was in the middle of the crowd, confusion, feeling only the muffled sound of sirens as the fire and the screams of those people who, with him, were the protagonists of the tragedy. Time passed, but Andrew was still there, waiting. Meanwhile, the crowd diminished, but his family did not come out yet. All of a sudden came him to a police officer who asked him: "Hey, boy! What are you still doing here? Go on, run by the family. We will be waiting, "and walked away with a compassionate smile, leaving Andrea there, alone on a street where there were now just rubble. And then there was Andrea with big tears in her eyes red, having realized that it was left alone with nobody to take care of him. He started to go home, but decided to go to a place where he felt more secure, a place where she felt protected by his family even being alone. He decided to go in the wooden house by the river he built with his father long before. He walked toward the river and its beautiful emerald eyes glowed in the dark of night, like the moon on a lake. He arrived at his destination, he lay down on the bench under the window, and because he was tired, fell asleep with his eyes still full of tears. The next morning when he awoke, there were only clouds and raining outside. Him, so helpless, so sad, with dark blond hair and dirt from the ashes of the fire, was standing still and just thought, under the roof of the house, which was the only place where you still felt the presence of its vibrant loved ones. He thought of all the times during which he said "I love you", and all discussions with the His family, which in its fifteen years had never missed. But above all, much consideration to the fact that he had left his parents without an explanation. In fact, the very morning of the fire had heated discussion with them and had not yet clarified. But it was too late, that he felt remorse began to eat the soul would have accompanied him throughout his life. Meanwhile the rain had stopped but the clouds did not want to leave either from heaven or from the heart of Andrea. After much thought he decided to go back to that damn neighborhood, burning from the factory in flames by now for Andrea represented the selfish and the only thing in which men sought: power. She found herself alone in the middle of a road that no longer recognized, although there was increased. It was only then that he realized he had lost everything in that fire together. His home, his affections, but especially MUM AND DAD '. He began to rain and rain even with the tears streaming down quell'asfalto Andrea became even blacker because of the fire. He looked around and vowed that from that day forward would be changed, it would have done for all those who loved him, but he had lost. As she walked away, went down on each house an eerie silence.
Elizabeth Sammarone
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