Mr. Knöcher stood beside us, praying aloud. My husband, however, shouted, “Out through the windows!” He grabbed me and we charged uphill toward the window. Whether we jumped together or one after the other, I don't know. It must have been, by our current estimation, seven meters high. We felt the sandy ground beneath us, sodden from the rain. We tried to run away, but when we landed we were still inside the glowing framework.