Life and Death

It was shortly after noon and I had just watched the film Passchendaele, about Canadian soldiers in WWI, I went out on the balcony to look at ocean. I noticed a crowd gathering on the beach and more people approaching, too many people even for a Sunday, "Probably a fight or a robbery" I thought. I couldn´t see what was going on as the whole confusion was out of my sight behind a neighbour building. Soon a police helicopter arrived, kept hovering the area and three police cars stopped by. I got curious and decided to take Guará, the dog, for a walk. When I got down there things were already more calm, but there were still a lot of people around near the police cars, where some guys had been arrested and one was lying on the ground. I was told that some boys had been playing on a small boat and one little boy had been hit fell in the water and drowned. Not much was going on so I went for a walk on the seaside and on my way home on one of Guará's piss-stops I noticed something moving on the ground, it was a baby rat (or a mouse), just lying there on the back in middle of the street, just a few centimeters, pink and hairless. Apparently recentley born. It looked like it was made of plastic, but it was moving. I didn´t know what to do, try to save it or kill it? It was a rat after all. I thought about the boy who had just died over there and decided not interfere with its destiny.
It seemed pretty weird all, first the film with all its death and surviving as well, the boy´s death and the birth of a rat. Weird!