Origin

By: Alexandra Nicod / Switzerland / Spain

 

 I left my body like someone leaving a burning house. My body was no longer a safe place. Not anymore…

And suddenly all the birds fell from the sky, in mid-flight, the white ones and the black ones, the big ones and the small ones, those that fly high and those that glide low to the ground… The clouds fall, the sun hides, the moon does not appear… Cars stop, walkers petrify, the roofs of the houses collapse, and, all of the sudden, all the girls burst into flames, the daughters and granddaughters, the sisters and nieces, the cousins ​​and goddaughters… All the girls burning in their homes, their rooms, their beds. In every house, every village, every town flames arise, one after another, flames calling for help… and you hear them and try to scream…

but you are only a girl and girls on fire can not scream….