MY JOURNEY

It was early in the morning, I was trying to ignore that buzzing sound that had been bothering me all night, the fact that it didn't stop made me feel irritated. All of a suden I heard a loud noise, people outside of my house were screaming, and the only thing that a could see was a man with the swastika symbol on his jacket holding a gun against a boy's head, that boy was my best friend, the boy I met at the synagogue 5 years ago, a peaceful young man with the heart of an angel, after that, all I can remember is blood everywhere and me hiding behind a chaise longue. I covered my mouth so I wouldn't scream, but then I realized that the abominable creature that had been buzzing all night, was just between my thumb and index finger, the distasteful insect gave me the need to regurgitate but I just ran away to see my best friend lying dead on the streets of Paris, I sat next to him shedding tears.
The streets were crowed, but crowed of dead people, people lying on the ground, a lot of people that I used to know, jews just like me. A man wearing a weird outfit came up to me trying to convince me of coming with him, he said he could save my life, but I just couldn't believe any stranger with his whole face covered, but he just told me to believe in him and I did, I didn't have too many options.
He gave me the same thing he was wearing and he told me it was a hijab which I had seen many times but still never bothered to know how was it called, "with this you will be safe until we get to the mosque" said the guy, I had never felt more grateful for a complete stranger. When we got there he took me to the souterrain and I waited there with a lot of people, some I knew some I didn't know.
After just hours of waiting, some muslims wearing hijabs took us to a big blue boat. In that moment I knew I was safe, the only thing I regret is not asking that man's name, the man who saved so many lives, the man who saved my life.

The jacket of the man that killed my best friend