Candide, Cunégonde and their companions soon realised that their garden and their labour would not bring them the peace and happiness they desired for a long time. And so, they decided to leave Constantinople, the city they now referred to as their "home".
The damage was phenomenal. At the time of the explosion, I was violently propelled to the ground, unable to move. All that dust, the rubble had blurred my vision. But I could still vaguely see the walls of our home. They had now become a heap of ruins and bricks that filled the whole of our apartment with smoke.
Under her bare feet, the burning pebbles drew a road leading to the shore. The slightly turbulent waves shimmered in the sun and the clear sea seemed to call for her to bathe. She trotted down the path, until she reached the stones darkened by the water.