Chaos! Loud, crowded, stuffed doorways, luggage like a rows of quail babies hugging the walls. I squeeze my body through the mass exodus anyway I can: over suitcases, through a window then down the front of the building. People everywhere. A glass room glowing like a smartphone screen, flooded water everywhere, people still making due as bathroom. 
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