There are many people and they are celebrating and they are happy. The faceless men in black uniforms who carry guns and shields march in. They have automatic rifles and they lift them up to their cheeks and they point them at us. I hear the guns go off and the bullets are flying over me and the people they are dying and screaming and running now.

I am running and the black men are after me and they want to kill me. A man on his motorbike helps me and we ride away and I donít want to look back because they might still be coming.

Sitting on the pavement there is a man and I know him and he is crying.