Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Joy

and fire again, I don’t know how many times, but each time it prevents him from getting back up, he bounces, arms flying, I fire to stop the madness and I know there will never again be silence.

and silence falls, it thickens, frightening, I am afraid that Rédoine will put a bullet in his head because he is sweating and he has smoked too much, but Ange spreads out in one go and everyone screams because he’s now handling, their arms drawn tight, they approach each other again, each one keeping aim on the other and everyone screams, the girl more than the other but they don’t hear a thing, they don’t see a thing, they don’t see that she has started running at them. Was it in me or in the sky that something darkens when I grab the gun? Does my scrambled vision prevent me from understanding Rédoine’s actions? Is it that plane that is flying abnormally low and throwing a shadow on the parking lot and on the world? I don’t know but I fire, I fire to shut them up, I fire

PART 2 1

The judge asks me why I fired so many shots at an unarmed man and I have a feeling of déjà vu. She repeats her question and I don’t know how to respond. Anyway, the exchange is difficult. At the bottom of my box, surrounded by bulletproof glass, I have trouble feeling involved in the conversation. Sometimes she has to repeat herself because the sound is bad; there is interference in the tiny loudspeaker above my head. When I respond, it’s

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