About a certain return

Part 16

The earth quake began when I was facing a fat man, with a tissue hanging under his chin, eating from a large plate, and it throw me so strongly over him that the fork stabbed his chest. It seems I was in the middle of a conversation; I was discovering amazing facts, a very respectful man due to his social position, a sort of great master in tricks... The tectonic movement was terrible. I cannot remember to have felt anything like it before or maybe in my early childhood something alike was happened and its aftermaths can still be seen in places, landslides, dangerous ruins... History... The great reception room of the restaurant restrained itself, the walls shrank, the thin columns bended, the tables started to dance... The crowd scattered yelling, the horror took the solemnity's place, oh, the women! What a panic! The women were grabbing me as if they were drowning. Suddenly the ceiling collapsed crushing against the floor, eating men and things. I saw the columns giving up, breaking one after the other, I was next to the thickest one, there was two big steel columns that kept its shape, but I was shaking with fear waiting for the fatal outcome, something falling over my eyes...! Darkness. The Rock animal, caught two or three times... A horror's squeak! Maybe it was talking to me, to the men, to the Humanity, but who could understand what it was saying. "I love you and... squeak... squeak... I would like to squeeze you into my arms or wherever else, to squeeze you between two rocks..." The Mother Goddess has a language that our brain translates in a horrendous way. I had time to think at all this in that moment of general fear. "Why would the Demiurge decimate his creation? Is He so far from the path He imagined? It was the Demiurge or the Mother Goddess? What's the purpose of splitting us in two sexes, what's my aim here on earth, have I been bitten by a flea, what happened to my wife...?" The wall facing the street collapsed. Though the power was cut I could see that the Cosor Road didn't exist anymore. It was covered in piles of debris. Old buildings that nobody reinforced since they have been erected. The tremble stopped. How can I get out of here? I could hear the alarm sirens from all the directions. Then a part of the ceiling collapsed now, and again outwards. Dust was thicker that air. The power stations had been stopped; some of them were damaged... A crisis-cell had been organized; men can control the situation... Almost any situation... I thought I could get out in the street but there was no way to get down from such a height, the high position of the high class... Should I wait? Are there any rescue teams, something? Maybe I will be in greater danger if I got away from the column. These granite columns with a steel core proved to be the Civilization's posts.

It was an historic event, but how many such events can Humanity stand? Humanity exists for hundreds of years in this evil planet that often puts it to the test causing sufferance. How will men survive? Somebody must show their way to the Light. What a strange coincidence, me and Mankind! I was astonished these last moments and I saw a beam of light, then I heard a shout from a corner: Come!

I believed they have all been crushed, I made a miraculous escape, I climbed like a cat on the life's column and I was holding on recess in the wall where there was a candle, (I thought that flame lightening is forbidden, but there in the restaurant that sheltered the mystery's Night natural lightening was needed), so many managed to escape. I tilted carefully the place I intended to step on to get there... The princes of Light! I recognized once I saw them and all I could say was: Princes of Light, Princes of Light!

One of them came to me and said: Hold on to me, you cannot fly. Don't be afraid.

There were six of them, all surrounded by a golden halo, not at all good looking, but difficult to characterize or describe. It wasn't my ration's priority I could see Marton hanging on to Augustin in a last embrace, crushed by one of the columns, Kolar... I was looking for Marcel? Where was Marcel?

- Come on, there's nothing we can do here.

Indeed, there wasn't much left to see from the great restaurant. I followed the lit file; it looked like a continuous flame, snaking through the corners that seemed to be familiar with.