Venice Destruction

It was a sunny day in Venice. The water was all around, but it seemed quite simply to walk around. There was really tall guy beside me who seemed pretty nice to be with, but more time passed, more everything seemed off the track.
Firstly, it turned out that a lot of people are leaving this place and there is even a line to get away as quick as possible. There were invaders coming so the safest way was to get away through the water. We were standing in a line and there I could finally seed that in dark green water was a small footbridge over which already from the start was water flowing over. I would even have gone through this kind of, but later the wooden way completely disappeared into the water. There were no boats that used to be so many all around. Where did they go? That was when a panic started to circulate though all my body. More and more people jumped to swim and fast on the line come our time to go also there. With a shaking voice I said that I cannot do it. The guy simply lifted me up and went towards the exit of the line. His arms were holding my arms as he bent down a bit to look straight at me. He said that it is the safest way and I should try it. I his blue eyes I saw honestly and hope that I did not wanted to put out. Tears started to run down my face as I said that if I will try to do it, I will die. He said that I should just try and everything will be all right as he will be just behind me. We stood again in a line and this time I got my feet on the footbridge. Every step felt heavy and I could already feel the deep water getting inside of my ears, down my esophagus. I wondered how bad the Venice water tastes as so many people use it intensively for transportation and other life needs. This was not the last taste what I wanted to taste. Then it was better to die from a bullet in a head so I run off without looking back. The only problem was that I was not such a good runner and soon the guy caught me I was almost breathless and I could not talk. I bent down to my knees to get some energy. I started to say ‘‘I…’’ with the meaning that he can go, but I am staying as I cannot go there. He said that he cannot leave me and we should figure something else, but meanwhile we can go to some small hotel. I agreed to that as there was not much where to go anyway.

Despite he have not been in Italy before, he oriented surprisingly good that made me suspicious, but I thought that if could also be just because of his good logical skills. I would have been lost pretty quickly without any map. The view from the room we got was pretty nice as it was high up from the ground floor. For some time it seemed quite safe here and I would even wanted to stay here for some longer time as I could freely enjoy technologies and simply the nice interior. It was silent and only silence broke a phone ringing. I was surprised that it was mine phone and there was some unknown number. I picked up and there was a friend talking to me. I lost contacts with her as I could not send her a message and she was not on the internet. She told that her phone got broken and she lost all the numbers, but somehow she asked for me number to somebody else (finally!). I was wondering a lot what had she gone or she was just having too hard time. My friend said that we should meet and that she now lives in Riga again and she has found an apartment she was looking for. I was happy for her, but I did not want to tell her that I am not in Latvia so I pretended to look at my schedule and I said that I have a school at the time she wanted, but maybe we could in the evening. She agreed and we talked a bit more. It was nice to know that she was finally doing well. When I put down the phone, tears again were breaking free and I did not know why, because I had a hope that I will get back. Just some moments later everything took more action. Also the man I was with was talking to somebody and he said that it is time for us to leave and he started to pick his bag and throw everything inside. I was sure that he was taking also some of the hotel things. I was a bit not following how fast it happened as he was already running downstairs.

The cleaning lady came in and I still had everything in my arms. I said to her that we will come back; we just need to do some quick thing. I did not want to lose the only person I knew at least a bit here so I run in my socks with sneakers somewhere between other stuff. He was on the first floor waiting for me and looking really nervous. It is like a judgment was written all over his face. He said that I should at least put my footwear on before. I also managed to throw my belongings in a bag as I still did not want to lose my phone and other important things. He opened the door and we went out. I got dazzled from the brightness that was all around and for a moment I could not see anything. The destruction came after…

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