On January 29, 2015
Last night, I have been thinking how these policemen died.
News, witnesses, and our sentiments cry for justice – but no one really knew how they bled in the encounter.
My words could not even sketch how in their last breath raised their guns and crawled to save each other. They were at work and willed to serve while they worked. Nothing mattered, but their service to God and men. When someone dies, in his thoughts is only God, in his thoughts is only one good act for everyone or of service for the good of the multitude. Were they abandoned by leaders? How could this be, when leaders are supposed to collaborate or help each other? Why this wrong timing, all this mess, and fucking shit?