The Dancer Upstairs (2005)
“The journey took three days. What sustained me was the piece of paper with Edith’s emergency number on it. I had no idea of her position in Ezequiel’s hierarchy, but she was obviously high up. If I could locate the address, I believed it would connect me to Ezequiel. I knew that number by heart.
We reached the outskirts at dusk. There was a blackout. Blue fireworks spattered the sky, a signal of some kind. I was certain a message lay encoded in those bursts of colour, but could not guess what i...t might be.
The bus inched through the crowd. Fanned out beside the window, panicked men and women, heads down, walked rapidly from something. Families fleeing with their children, heading they didn’t know where. A face twisted up at me, mouth open.
I had been gone nine days. Terror had sunk its fangs into the city.
We drove through the blacked-out suburbs. Pyramids of lorry tyres blazed on a hillside. The night smelt of burnt rubber. Inside the bus we started coughing.
At eight-fifteen we were spat out into the chaos of the terminal.MoreLess
We reached the outskirts at dusk. There was a blackout. Blue fireworks spattered the sky, a signal of some kind. I was certain a message lay encoded in those bursts of colour, but could not guess what i...t might be.
The bus inched through the crowd. Fanned out beside the window, panicked men and women, heads down, walked rapidly from something. Families fleeing with their children, heading they didn’t know where. A face twisted up at me, mouth open.
I had been gone nine days. Terror had sunk its fangs into the city.
We drove through the blacked-out suburbs. Pyramids of lorry tyres blazed on a hillside. The night smelt of burnt rubber. Inside the bus we started coughing.
At eight-fifteen we were spat out into the chaos of the terminal.MoreLess
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