A partir de unas jornadas previas de sensibilización sobre la Seguridad Vial ( gracias una vez más a APEMEV) los chicos y chicas de 4º pusimos en marcha nuestra creatividad y escribimos textos cortos tratando las consecuencias de los accidentes y / o de las imprudencias viales. El objetivo principal era que el texto transmitiera un mensaje y que tocara la fibra de los lectores. Juzgad vosotros mismos.
It’s not only your life
Hello! Yes, I talk to you. I introduce myself, I am Laura, nice to meet you. In these moments you will be asking what’s going on. I have the answer. You are dying. A few hours ago you had a car accident. You are in the hospital, connected to a machine. You may not remember anything, but it is normal. I can help you.
You are a successful lacrosse player, you go to the university, you are the popular guy, you have the best girl … you could say that your life is perfect.
This morning you woke up, you went to the training and you came back home to get ready to go to the party that your best friend celebrates at home.
In the party, you see a boy was bonding with your girlfriend. You could not control yourself and you punched him. Drunk, you took your girlfriend out of the party by force. You argued and climbed in your car. After that, everything turn black and now you’re here.
Who I am? I am the person who suffered the other part of the accident.
What is that brightness? It’s life, go towards it.
Me? I will not be able to do it.
THE ZEBRA CROSSING
I’m a zebra crossing and I’m looking to one bike. A minute ago a child was riding it. Now is dead, it was his first day out of the hospital and his birthday too. His mother is crying, also the personnel of the ambulance is crying. It’s not the first time that happens something like this. I feel to much impotence. Every day a lot of drunk drivers, people that drive too fast… cross me. Every year my white lanes became covered of blod. I feel so sad because : What can I do?. I really don’t know. But I want to do something. I can’t stay hereany more watching people crying,deaths, ambulances… Some years ago the people crossed the road over me, and I was happy of helping people crossing without dangers; but now no one crosses over me. I don’t know what I’m doing here. But I’m sure that in a short time the people will cross over me again. Because there’s a new boy in the city that is making the people aware. I’m so happy about that.