Bomb threat

March 1, 2017

Years ago, I stood out with my classmates on the school soccer field on a clear, bright day, cold enough that I remember the feel of the air on my skin, but not so cold that we were miserable without our forgotten jackets.

We waited while the Cuerpo Nacional de Policía searched the school, looking for the bomb called in by someone interested in interrupting the day.

I was only eight, but I still remember the feeling in my belly as we evacuated, the way we milled about nervously wondering if we’d ever be safe again.

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