The wealthy and powerful had no solution to this situation either.
They feared being attacked by the Helicarriers and did not even dare take helicopters.
They could only get back into their luxury cars and obediently follow the traffic.
Yet this misfortune turned into a blessing. Their actions actually soothed the increasingly frenzied emotions of ordinary citizens.
Some people stood on their car roofs and looked out at the endless stream of vehicles.
Then they turned back to look at the luxury cars of the wealthy people queued up at the very end.
Some of them were so delighted that they cracked open beers and drank heavily.
After all, nuclear bombs could fall from the sky at any moment.
Even if school had never taught them—or they had not paid attention—they could look it up online and learn what happened to people hit by nuclear bombs.
Everyone seemed able to hear the ticking countdown of their own lives.
But then they looked behind them and thought again.
They could drag those big shots they normally never even got to meet down to hell with them. Death did not seem so bad anymore; with lives as worthless as theirs, they came out ahead no matter what.
So, among the traffic were men and women, young and old. Whenever they felt anxious, they would turn around and look toward the end of the traffic jam.
Whenever they spotted one or two major council figures they had seen on television, hauling their families along behind them,
they could not help slapping their car doors with loud bangs and laughing as they said, "Fuck God's ass! If I die today, I still won't have lost out!"
And this was only one corner of Warsaw.
As a city with a population in the millions,
Warsaw's