Den Stranger: There is a rubbish in the courtyard near our office. In recent days, a huge amount of paper has begun to be thrown into this rubbish, apparently some of the offices are closing or moving. The paper is immediately burned, and then begins the fun. Apparently, all kinds of air flows are perverted in the courtyard, because a huge amount of paper ashes rushes into the sky after the fire. A volcano in miniature. He does not fly far, but settles immediately in the surroundings and in the square. As a result, when you go for lunch, you enjoy images of snow from ash, which is accompanied by a rather nuclear smell of fire. This is how you go, shaking the ashes from your shoulders, flattering from such a visible demonstration of the End of the World.