Texel Polar 14 (PDF)

A bloodcurdling scream shattered for brief moments the curtains of the night. A dull tumble and then all plunged back into the silence of that wealthy neighborhood located halfway up the hill overlooking the town. Nor any slamming of shutters of a neighbor awakened to the cry or a plaintive whine of a stray dog, because in that area they do not circulate, but only a timid, frightened meow of a vagabond cat on the roofs, while hiding in his hasty escape in some hole, causing the faint sound of a flat tile moved. Then, silence. That silence droning also warned in the residences located at a safe distance from the constant traffic of the city, which makes the company the sleepless, giving musical background to their thoughts. In the distance, a muffled howl of some siren made it seem that the cry had had the desired effect, but then the constant buzz also seized that. A sunrise by the black eyes went to insinuate between the lights in the core of the city, that slowly resumed the pulse of an ordinary day. A mindless mid-week day, the Wednesday, when there is not still hope to think about the next weekend, with the shaded in mind the memory of that passed. As a spy satellite, of those many, perhaps too many, that if still they do not measure our steps, at least they know where we are going, because everyone keeps in his pocket the ubiquitous mobile phone, I overflight at low-altitude, by winning the disgust of watching some dirty roofs and unkempt terraces, a part of the city to go and see what happened in the residential area from where, some moments before, originated the scream.