March 28, 2012

Me, my brother and my mother were at a very small portuguese village in the countryside. The days were hot and dry as they have been recently so most of the landscape had a very faint tone of green close to the ground, turning into a mix of white and light brown as it ascended. It was a fairly ugly little village, with old tar roads, walls made from concrete blocks surrounding the properties and mostly simples houses painted in ugly stained dark green or pink.
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The three of us were heading to a big barn with walls made also from concrete blocks and a roof made from wavy steel plates. We were going there to see a play, probably performed by amateurs.
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As we returned from the play thinking it was as bad as we had expected, someone warned us two bulls were going to be set free to run trough the village as it was supposedly normal in this time of the year. As we began running to the car I understood this and the play were parts of the same celebration taking place that day. Then we noticed my brother was at a public toilet cabin, but we still had to run to the car, because we could already see the bulls being released.

We got inside the car and I hit the keys and pedal like crazy. we drove off. A few seconds later my brother called my mother on the cell phone asking us to go get him because he was inside the cabin and there was a bull outside. At this point I could visualize him looking in terror trough the small rectangular windows of the door to the heavy black bull outside. The door was mirrored on the outside, but the bull didn't seem to be noticing anything. I immediately turned around the car in the direction of the barn, even tough I had no idea of how we were going to save my brother. The second I did that we saw the other bull galloping like mad on the side of the road. His rear was bouncing to one side so it has a strange way of running, but very scary nonetheless. I kept going in his direction wondering if he would try to hit the car with his head. My mind was assaulted with that image, of the bull hitting the front of the car, right against me, the metal bending and the glass shattering in front of me.
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I woke up and the image of the crash was repeated inside my mind.
I also recalled my mother saying "I...  needs someone who's a bull."