“THE DAYS WERE, AS ALWAYS, MARKED BY TEARS AND WORK: THE REVOLUTION WAS NECESSARY. THE INHABITANTS OF THE VILLAGE DECIDED IT UNITED BY ANGER AND FEAR. WITHOUT HELP, WITHOUT GIVING IN OR FALSE HOPE, THEY USED A FEW KILOS OF DYNAMITE FROM THE QUARRY THE TUNNEL WAS BLOCKED BY HUGE BOULDERS, YOU COULDN’T SEE ANYTHING THE LAUGHTER WAS MIXED NOW WITH THE BLOOD THAT FLOWED FROM THEIR EYES, THE NEW SMALL TOWN WAS NOW SHELTERED FROM THE FURY OF THE BAD MEN. THE WORLD WAS TOO FIERCE TO BE FACED IT WAS A WISE DECISION THEY FORGOT THEIR MOURNING AND HID THEIR REGRETS UNDER THE LAST REMAINING STONES ON THE MOUNTAIN OF SALVATION THE LAST WORDS I HEARD BEFORE I WENT CRAZY WERE THESE: “A SUMMER EVENING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE WOODS WE DECIDED TO ABANDON OUR DEMONS BUT THEY FOLLOWED US FOREVER UNTIL THE END OF THE LONG JOURNEY”