• The police stare at me as if I was a madman. “Can’t you hear it, the beating that repeats on and on!” One of the policemen left as I screamed at them. I think to get something to open the planks. Another reaches for his cuffs, and walks to me. “We’re… going to …take you… to a calm place, okay,” he said, as if I was crazy or slow.

    “I’m not crazy nor slow, I heard the beating, can’t you?” I asked him. The policeman that left return with a crowbar. He began to open the planks, he then turn his head from see the disgusting image, and block his nose from inhaling the disturbing aroma. “ He right, the man’s body is here!” he shouted to the other policemen. They carried me to their police car, I was still asking if they can hear the beating, but they ignored me.

    It has been two years from that day, but I still hear his heart beating, beating with no stop, no breath, just beating.