It was the square where they wanted to execute me. It was early morning. It was a cloudy day.
I was dressed in an expensive dark brown suit. I wore a hat on my head that slightly hid my right eye.
Standing beside me were Leon and Oliver.
Leon gave me confidence. Oliver, on the other hand, guaranteed protection.
Helicopters were flying above us. There were ants running below us. All around us there were crowds of people. But in front of these crowds were journalists. Suddenly, there were too many journalists in the world.
Eyes and cameras were on me.
I was surrounded by microphones.
