Back then I didn’t know exactly what was happening . Both of my legs were bleeding , my girlfriend crying and I was in an ambulance driven by an old guy with a nice taste of music for an old guy.
It was a good bye party that my friends were throwing me. I had just graduated from high school and I was coming to the states to pursue the american dream. It was the Friday night of july 22nd . I had my ticket for the next day in Avianca airlines at 4:15pm. My plan on that friday night was to have the last party with my friends and the best sex I ever had with my girlfriend. The party was a mix of extasy and nostalgy, like drinking coffee with tequila.
‘Still Ill’ was playing from the smiths and all of us were dancing , that’s when when the burglars came in to the house ,they took everything they could , the music was loud so none of my neighbors heard the screams, one the way out on of the burglars keep on looking at my girlfriend but they were in a rush and apparently there was no time to fool around as one of them said. However he grabbed her and that’s when without thinking I jumped and while getting shot in one of my legs I manage to hit him in his face . They left after that . the next night I was in the local city hospital with a minor surgery in one of my legs,and that’s when i heard the news i will never forget: the 4:15 pm flight coming out from Cali, Colombia to Miami went down right after taking off with no survivors.
