47 years and 11 days ago a lavish motorcade of an American President had made a slow left turn from Houston Street onto Elm Street in Dallas, near a 7 floor brick building and a grassy knoll. Today I’m standing on the same knoll looking at the two crosses painted on the pavement. They indicate the location of the President’s car when he was hit by multiple bullets on Nov. 22, 1963. I am reading the notes scribbled on the stockade fence (according to one theory some rounds were fired from behind this fence). “They are lying to us”, says one note. Indeed, 80% of the American people do not believe the official explanation of the Kennedy assassination and I am one of them, now having visited the crime scene.
Keep on traveling,