The moment I came out from under the table was like sleeping in peace and entering a world of nightmares in which you get lost and think that you really live every moment of terror. The hall, which was beautiful with its lights and grandeur, and the attendants who filled it, was almost destroyed. Now the lights are half destroyed by the explosion, the chandelier in the middle that fell and killed whoever was below it is still on the ground in a hole you made when it shattered and the glass is everywhere.

Its walls have holes, each one larger than the other, the hall became soaked with the...