My father's car stopped by itself on the road. Birds started to fall from the sky and crash on the cold ground of my city. Completely panicked, my father asked me to look at the news on my phone. Nothing. Just a deep black screen that didn’t seem to want to turn on. In the street the panic started to be felt, people looked at each other, dumbfounded, wondering what's going on. A crowd started to form on the bridge we were about to cross before our car broke down. We were blocked by all the immobilized vehicles in the street. My father came out timidly. I had no choice but to follow him. As we got closer, we started to hear cries of disgust. We arrived at the bridge and decided to bend over in the direction of all the eyes. An inert man was in the water. My name is Tom, I'm 13 years old and today I saw a dead body. I stared at him, torn between fear and fascination. (............)