The Air was so hot it was difficult to breathe. Everything was in flames. More and more people ran towards the river. The people looked like burning torches some made it in to the river and many did not.
It was February and usually a cold month, but this was like stepping in to an oven. The pavement of the streets where burning hot even the water had patches of firer. Going through this with only my hair burned was truly a miracle.
German military trucks where brought to the river to take the survivors to an out of town train station. It was no pleasure ride, breezing room only.
We arrived at the train station tired, cranky and scared.
My grandparents lived in Frital not to far away from Dresden. That was the direction we sat out to go, not knowing if all was alright over there.