43-Twisting irons

Like Indian war drums, the monstrous roar of explosions could be heard throughout the city, the desperate cries of people running wildly fleeing the disaster hovered in the streets, they could be heard with complete clarity, those who could not They were left behind to run, some with no possibility of escape, others crushed by the same terrified mass that, in search of saving their skin, consciously ignored the lives of others, which became only an obstacle to the arrival of salvation. What previously seemed a quiet and peaceful city had become a gruesome scene of the suffering of the inhabitants of one of the circles of hell paying for their sins in life, with the sad difference that in this situation the penitents preserved their lives and were totally innocent of the catastrophe for which they were being punished.