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The wind howled through the maze of empty, burned buildings. A storm was brewing on the east coast, getting closer every second. The waves were trying to kiss the troubled sky and in their frenzy they crashed on the only ship docked in the harbor; Isabella. The ship blew its horn. Kokoschka ran. Wind whipped at his cloths and blew dust at him. It was tiresome for him to run in this madness with a big backpack on his back, after all, he was forty-nine and not some youngster. The sound of sirens came from some distant place, riding with the wind to haunt him. Kokoschka ran faster. He had to deliver the parcel before anyone discovered him. They