He felt the noise of the street like a blow to his ears. Before, when he had thought about that moment, he had registered his face under a strong cold wind as a mental image. But it didn't turn out that way, it was the noisy street noise that really slapped him. He had believed that when someone looked out the window from the fifteenth floor, the wind kingdom would prevail over the loud city. His automatic reaction was to enter his head, back it up until he returned to the internal security that an office could grant at 12:30 p.m. Seconds later he crossed the border indicated by the window frame and then, he entered again, confirming that the noise did not follow him with power. When he decided to leave his face outside the window, he contemplated the extension of the city like a stunned small town tourist, forgetting for a moment that he had come to commit suicide.
Author: Jaime Andres Ballesteros