Marta, the original story is written in Catalan. Here's an imperfect translation to english.
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Martha was running nude along the alley. In both her sides, thousands of hands were comming out
trying to hold her before she'd arrive to the balcony where she was going to try an impossible escape.
It wasn’t a new situation, there had already been several nights where she had run naked among a
forest of hands. For every step she’d make, more hands would appear, and for each cold hand that
would graze her, ten more would be preparing the assault. Never a hand had take hold of her, but
that night she felt her luck was gone. In the room, Ramon was helplessly screaming. Like every night, he’d woken up too early and had found a big blood stain on his side, still warm, where he’d seen Martha’s nude body after they made love. His anxiousness was always great. Always the same and always worst than ever. Each night he screamed as much as he could, but he somehow knew that tonight Martha’s body wouldn’t show up at the end of the alley. Tonigh she was going to jump and then it’d all be over. He had to stop it. He didn’t know how but he had to, so he stopped screaming. But the silence was so frightening that he started to scream again, now even more terrified. An screaming as if he was possessed, stood up from the bed towards a door he couldn’t find. There was only a wall. A white long wall. Ramon was screaming, screaming and running along the wall looking for a way out to stop Martha. He couldn’t just let her jump. He had to do something, so, desperatelly and screaming even harder, he jumped against the wall. Then he realized that Martha was coming. He had managed to get inside the wall and saw her, nude, running towards where he was. That's why he pushed again to get out of the wall, but this time it was impossible. He could only get his arms out and tried as hard as he could to reach out with his hands, frozen because of the terror, trying to catch Martha, who was running nude along the alley.
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