It feels so strange.
Up there we can see the plane getting closer and closer.
You know we don't have any chance of escaping this crash.
It's so close. One of the aircraft wings has fallen off. The plane is falling. It's now skidding along this road. The other intact wing tearing the houses apart. The nose of the plane is getting closer and closer
Screaming. I can hear screaming.
The light around us is getting brighter and brighter and now...
Can you feel it?
The heat. Can you hear the huge sounds of crashing and screaming. The heat.
It's so powerful.
But can you hear the voices? Russian voices. French voices. French children.
Oh, the pain. I feel the pain. I feel the anguish. I feel the anger. The confusion.
Hold my shoulder. Don't let go.
I don't where we are. I don't know who we are.
It's twisting. Everything's twisting.
We're somewhere? Are on the road? Are we in a car? Are we in an ambulance?
And then nothing.
Everything is a jumble around us. Everything's twisted around us. Metal. Wood. Plastic. And smoke.
Is this what it's like after 5pm?