It thunders. The air is rough and tears at my skin. Everything is spinning. In front of me - next to me, people smash against each other. The ground, torn up by the quake and dragged along by the storm, crumbles through the chaos, breaking cars and lanterns. The sky swirls in a stream around me. Instead of him now wide black-violet darkness above me, instead of the ground deep black abyss. Suddenly a chunk of concrete smashes against my right shin. I no longer feel the pain. A lamppost pulls my arm along with it. My head thunders, my eyes pulse, my breath is crushed. A flash. A pain in my eyes. The storm stops. I can't see anything anymore and I fall. I gasp for air. Water rushes into my lungs. I am pierced by a metal bar. A car presses me deeper and deeper. The water crushes me from the outside - the droning pain from the inside. I stop breathing. The roaring becomes softer, becomes a murmur. My pulsating thoughts escape fleetingly through the cracks in the top of my skull.