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know whether I
had fallen or whether the explosion had pushed me downwhether one second had passedor one
day. And then I looked up. The world had changed. Sand was raining down from the sky. I thought
maybe I was dreamingbecause people were walking slowlyas if they were still dreaming too. Or
perhaps we were dead and now waiting to go to the next world. But then I coughed and felt
stinging dust in my throat.
When the sirens stoppedI stood up and began to walk. To my leftI saw smoke rising behind
some rooftops. Maybe it was from a fire one or two streets away. And lying on the rooftops and in
the road were all the things that had blown over the buildings. Bits of blankets and stoolsa
bicycle wheela cookstove and potand torn pieces of clothing
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recognize.
I walked slowly past all thisunable to look away. And then I saw the same woman with the
broomthe one who had been screaming right before the bomb fell. She was sitting on the ground
lifting her arms up and downwailing to the sky. "Where are you? I told you not to go outside.
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