I stood alone, gazing across the water, no sounds just the splashing of water against the wall below, it was very clear for a change to the normal muddy dirty river I usually see. Often walked here now, and wonder if I am from the past, perhaps reincarnated. Back that time, the people I met were mine, and I will always think how could this be? A mystery, will I ever know the truth? From this day my life changed, through the misery of others, deaths occurred, all for an object of beauty that held a secret. My mind returned to the awful day it all started. It was Tuesday 23 August 2010 On this day, my eyes become aware of a bulky object bobbing up and down, not far in the water, like an old dirty looking sack. As I glanced, again, the waves from a boat had started to turn the sack, suddenly I saw a hand sticking up, and it startled me as I stepped back. Looked again it was a hand, grey, not sure, is it real?
