So we kept walking, the 4 of us. Our hands on our friend’s shoulders. There were so many others. Fleeing, mostly, and it was dark so they had no direction. We seemed to have one, evidently.
Some were asking us, “Where are you going?” – some were shouting – the kids crying. The echo below the vaults was terrifying. It lifted a little bit of the dirty water.
(raises his voice) “Where are you going?”
The smell in the sewers was unbelievable. Extremely depressing darkness. Packed with people. Panic. Smell of gas.
(a thought strikes him) And at the same time on the other side of town the defense lines had been broken through. Those neighborhoods were being liberated.
We didn’t know. Communication was so bad.
We ended up in a field miles to the north. (laughter)