The Logbook
Alone. I decide to began this log as a distraction to me, so it will help me kill some time, make me forget all those horrible screams that fill my head most of the day and at the same time, retake on the blurry scenes of this last seven months and try to give it some sence.
This is my first entry. The first entry of Engineer Alexandre Romero.
I have plenty of time, and plenty of memories. Plenty of books. Plenty of magazines and newspapers. They,my silent companions for over 6 months, claim for their story to be writen.
Hopefully - even knowing it’s a fool’s hope - that it’ll be discovered by at least one more of us.
If someone can read this, then, must be desperately looking for answers, looking for at least a single piece of logic to straight up the burden that has witness his eyes.
Answers, I have not.
But I can offer facts. By building a timeline of events, suported by articles, gossips or any kind of data, I hope at least have an idea, of where are we standing today.
—-END OF THE LOG—-
