A CHILDHOOD MEMORY

When I was 8 years old, I went with my dad to see "a bull race" from Canet d'en Berenguer (Valencia) to Port de Sagunt (Valencia). We went to have a dinner in "Andalucia's House" with my grand parents, parents and me. A twelve night, the party began and cows began to get out from "square" and the ull "Ratón" came there. First, it all went very well, but nearly the end, a drunk man stayed a "pyramid". The bull hit a man and stuck the horn in his chest and it came out on his back. When the man passed in front of me, I saw he was bleeding to death That night, I sleepvery well. Still, I could sleep. Soon after, I knew that this man had died in a hspital a week often.