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so i know i havent really posted anything lately, and i sure have been up to quite a lot… but now it not the time to tell you all of that. here a little story about something that i saw on the streets of granada today…

i was walking home from school this afternoon at about 3.15 or so, walking along the river, soaking up the sun, and humming softly to myself. i had had a rough morning and was thinking way too much about having to go home soon, so i was doing all i could to put a smile on my face when all of a sudden i saw something scarry and disturbing (which did not help my mood).

i came to the corner of bar and restuarant and saw several people standing around, talking in spanish (claro). as i approached the crowd i saw what was causing the commotion… a dead guy. well, i’m guessing that he was dead because he was flat on the ground, lifeless, colorless, and seemingly dead. people were talking in whispered voices saying things like “la policia” and “emergencia.” i slowed down and tried to offer my phone to someone to make the call, but they were already calling the police.

i stopped for a couple minutes just to observe the strange picture that i was seeing on the streets of my beautiful town. the man, a dark complected spaniard, was completely lacking color in his face. he was lying half on / half off the curb that rose a few inches over the paved road. his face lay flat on the concrete, a cigarette next to his white lips. i cant be sure if it was there before or if it had been in his mouth, but there it was… half smoked, lonely and begging to be finished. his cold fingers were spread against the pavement and his feet twisted in an unnatural way, legs sprawled behind his body. there was a motor bike and a car practially covering him, but it wasnt at all as though he had been hit, but maybe collapsed there between the vehicles. a man was trying to move the bike to give him some air and maybe try to do CPR. i was too depressed and saddened by this scene to stick around much longer, but i asked someone to make sure that the police were coming and headed the rest of the way to my house.

when my roommates got home, we were all sitting around in the kitchen and i told them this story… starting with the titular line “i think i saw a dead guy today.” they were startled but agreed that it was a perfect title for my blog.

so there you have it. weird. i hope that i dont see anything else like this in my last weeks in granada. its usually such a homey, lovely place. much amor…