He had spent most of his life surrounded by stories related to explosions that made today was afraid of fires. Child his hand was wounded terrible with a firecracker at Christmas. In his teens his kitchen caught fire and one of his pets suffered in the fire. Several episodes lived identical to these he could tell. I was terrified of this type of accident. Any given day surfing the internet, discovered a negligible anomaly on google maps: looking at the streets of his city from above, he discovered in these small labyrinths an area of ​​streets and blocks that, looking at them carefully, formed a kind of triangular-shaped figure. I had never noticed that strange shape but there it was. What he thought insignificant term being terrible. After a few days he had the feeling of being mentally manipulated. Of being acting and thinking like someone else. As the days passed more he believed he had less control of his body. And when he barely had a sense of his own reason, his house was full of boxes full of bombs and explosives, ready for him to tie to his body, put on your suit and go straight to one of the big crowded shopping malls and blow them up in the best kamikaze terrorist style.