Edgar landivar 
This is the first part of a story based on real events, which occurred in Siberia, in 1908. A strange phenomenon still without a clear explanation, known as the Tunguska Bolide.
On the afternoon of June 27, 1908, William Tallack was closing his shoe store. He walked down the little cobbled street towards the river — he liked to see the entertaining river life before taking the tram home, not far from there. Upon arrival he saw a group of boys hanging from the metal railing, looking at the sky from the middle of the bridge ... "It's green!" they said, while pointing to the sky "look, behind those clouds."
William looked closely. In fact, the sky had been painted a deep green in the direction of the horizon. He looked away and saw the natural orange glow of every afternoon. When night came, everyone in the port of Bristol was talking about the same thing, about the strange phenomenon of colors that appeared in the sky.
On the tram, William noticed that everyone was commenting on the strange event. That hours before they saw some intense lights in the sky, which was the halo of an angel that fell to the earth, which were experiments with electric light, which was a punishment from God who was approaching. He didn't speak to anyone. He had the accumulated fatigue of the whole week pressing his words.
He arrived at his apartment on the top floor of a small three-story building near the River Avon in the Hotwells neighborhood. It was Saturday night and William used to have a cup of tea at his little wooden table. Lonely. Tea was not a social event for him, but rather the opposite, a time to take refuge from society and enjoy elementary things, which are from the skin inward, an act of reflection. He closed his eyes from time to time and imagined himself as a boy, stuck in his father's workshop in the country house, in the mountains of Dartmoor, in the south of England.
All day serving customers in the shoe store, in the midst of the bustle of the commercial area of the bustling city, they had made him appreciate his hermit moments.
I couldn't sleep that night. He remembered the blazing green sky in the late afternoon. He also remembered a legend about his grandfather on Dartmoor. That time the church of San Pancracio was hit by a giant ball of light that came from heaven and that killed several faithful in the middle of the preaching. A spherical lightning lash that damaged part of the church's roof. He tried to associate the two events in some way, he couldn't remember if the legend of his grandfather was painted green somewhere, but he did remember that his grandfather told him that the annihilating ray had been sent by the devil to take the souls of the who play cards or gamble in secret during mass. After examining the bodies, it was confirmed that they were the most voracious gamblers in the region.
It dawned like any Sunday. William stuck his head out of the attic and looked east toward the sky. He saw nothing unusual, just a beautiful and not very frequent, but not impossible, blue sky. He had an unopened letter from his sister on his desk, which he had been unable to read the night before due to being thoughtful. He opened it.
His sister told him about the peaceful life in the country and confessed her concern for the lifestyle he led, that he take a break from so much work and that he leave the shoe store in charge with his cousin and assistant for a few days. He took a vacation, he was 25 years old and still had no children, that it was a long time since I saw him, that his parents missed him, that he had a lot to tell you.
Sunday passed smoothly, he sat down to review the business accounts, began to answer his sister's letter — it was difficult for him to decide an answer, as he was attracted to the idea of clearing his head and going to Dartmoor for a few days.
In the afternoon he went out to visit a friend. He had arranged to bring her a freshly repaired pair of shoes. He walked along the cobblestones of the sidewalk and suddenly noticed a sudden commotion in the street, in the direction of the river. He followed the crowd out of curiosity. There was no need to ask anyone, the reason for the uproar was obvious before his eyes just before he reached the crowd. A green glow in the sky, more intense than that of the previous day, was revealed towards the East, with variable magnitude, as if beating and giving off light flashes from time to time, even after dark. The curiosity of the city, awakened the day before, began to transform into fear, fear of the unknown.
(To be continue)
