miralela

Eight year old Alexander was standing on a meadow. The only other thing than grass was a tower in the horizon, so he walked towards it. After what seemed like an eternity and a mere moment at the same time, he recognized the skyscraper and stopped. The building was important. No, there was something very important inside it. He was going to get closer but suddenly an Asian boy about his own age stood before him. “It hurts” he informed Alexander in the same tone people talk about the weather. “Are you okay? Where does it hurt?” The words had barely left his lips before the skyscraper in front of him exploded. His hear