Mistake

The moon was round and orange — a perfect pretty ball in the air above our heads — we were watching it, drowned in the joy of being together under the moonlight. Suddenly our moon exploded, its pieces at great speed were hurled toward the earth. We — humans — gone mad, like a confused swarm of termites, ran over the earth, without seeing each other, without seeing each other, without destination. A bomb, a huge, advanced bomb had left its orbit, by mistake had fallen on the moon. I think this was the cause of that scream and of my crying last night in my sleep; this nightmare — nightmare?...