Bossa Nova, Acquarello by Gabrielle Chiararo in my ears. It is so smooth and relaxing, and the best music to listen in metro. My eyes are closed, so I can feel more comfortable until the Santa Cruz station. When my friends called for a dinner, I thought “why not?” It is always better than cooking alone. Being with the people I love, with some wine, maybe some joint; but the most important is, having one of those great conversations. How can I miss them in just two days? Suddenly the train started to tilt and shake. While trying to hold the poles, I saw the old lady fell down and rolled to the door. I can hear the breaks and see the sparks in each side from the windows. I hope the operator can stop the train before careen of the rails. A girl dropped her M&Ms and they started to spread all over the train. I want to eat one of them. Train stopped with a huge crash. Now, all the candies are in the front of the train with all other people. I think I hit my forehead. I can smell my blood. The last time I smelt this, I was dancing with a girl in a 80s party and she had needed four stitches to her eyebrow. I need to be calm and think. Is this an earthquake? No, this is the worst place to be caught by an earthquake. But, if this is an earthquake, I need to leave this trap as soon as possible before the aftershock. How about my friends? Are they fine? Her home is in 6th floor. And I know that buildings in Brazil are not earthquake resistant. I need to reach them. If I can be quick enough, I can help or save them. I need to get out of here.