Chapter 31Barcelona, Spain - July 28, 1909 - "The Tragic Week"I cannot believe I am still alive.
So many churches were burned during the rioting, but not me. More than a few times, men eyed me with torches in their hands—but always, they passed without setting fire to me.
Why I survived, I cannot guess. Once, perhaps, I would have imagined it was because of my uniqueness or superiority, my powers or grand destiny. Not anymore.
I know how close I came to destruction last night. How defenseless I was against handfuls of mere mortal men. Roving spots of warmth that once had seemed so inconsequential.
Any one of them is greater than I.
Today, as the sun rises, I see the damage they caused in the city. Smoldering piles of charred rubble where proud churches once stood. Piles of long
