I was at the rooftop of a tall building with my mother. From there I could see the tops of several trees, and some branches which were dead. I wanted to knock down the dead branches, my mother was nervous and didn’t want me to try, but I grabbed a blanket and threw it towards the threes.

The blanket landed on a couple of flimsy branches which effectively gave out, but this caused a cascading reaction and a massive dead branch ripped from the trunk and fell. My mother shrieked hoping that there was nobody below, on the street. I waited for the crash against the ground, but it took much longer than I anticipated. If the drop was 10 meters, the time it took to touch ground was twice that. And when it happened it sounded like a car crash, and a car alarm went off. I had hit a car it seemed, but it was beyond my field of view.

I went downstairs to find that the branch had hit Margaret’s car, but she seemed unconcerned about it. I felt vaguely guilty about the accident. I walked with Margaret out of this neighborhood and came across a large gate which announced it was the zoo of delegación Cuauhtémoc. A sign at the entrance had a map of various exotic or fantastical birds, such as the Quetzal and the Phoenix.