The casualties aren't so high because people are living underground. The staff and the wounded live on tea, bread and pickles. Today the air is still sharp with the burning embers of wood. In the cellar, they do what they can for the wounded and then send them home. The street comes to a standstill with the sound of the first plane of the day.
Men freeze with their heads back and their ears pricked, ready for fight or flight.
Except they cannot fight. So they move off the streets, slowly and defiantly. Dr Delhigo spins down the street in his Lada and into the first basement. He is vulnerable but has a job to do. Of course I'm frightened.