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Herr Hirts jumped out of the bedroom window at the exact moment when his brain registered

that he could not save his wife.
Johan heard Herr Hirts’s shriek of despair and agony, the shrillness of which pierced through the

brutal sound of flames. Exhausted he sank back. The last thing he remembered before he was
dragged down into infinite darkness was seeing a fragment of bone that was protruding from

Herr Hirts’s thigh.

Chapter 2

The taste of smoke and earth parched his mouth.

Barely audible, he groaned: "Water."
In a daze, he could just about make out the outline of a man. Judging by the man’s quick

movements, he was quite young.
Where he was, he hadn’t a clue. He perceived a faint prick in his right arm and with his left hand

he attempted to reach out for the spot.

"You are in an ambulance on your way to Hamburg Hospital. You are being treated for shock.
Don’t move. You are being put on a drip. I am also going to wipe your face a little," said a male

voice.

The sensation of lukewarm water against his skin sharpened his senses. A distinct medicinal
smell made his nostrils tingle, and a siren was howling monotonously, all very close by. He

opened his eyes wide and took the plastic mug which the young man had handed to him. He

raised his head and drained the mug with large gulps.
"How are you?"

The question came from a woman who alternately looked at him and at a machine where various

numbers flicked across a small screen. He tried to move his other arm, and it was then he realised
that he was strapped down.

Calmly the woman took one hand.

"Had we arrived a couple of minutes later, we would not have been able to get you out. The roof
of the house tumbled down over the lawn."

He could then see the woman’s face clearly. It was round and smiling.
Johan nodded weakly, then fell asleep.

"Are you in pain?"

He opened his eyes and stared at a white curtain. Steps could be heard, and the curtain was pulled
aside. A deep voice started to reel off various Latin names. The voice sounded distant. It seemed

quite a struggle to keep his eyes open.

"Peter Mauer, I am a doctor."