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The day we shut the door on a world gone mad, my mother was eight months pregnant with my brother Luca. Thirty years later, both our parents are gone. Our father left the bunker one day, never to return, our mother fell ill nine months ago and died. We have no idea what to expect or what we will find once we leave the bunker.I have vivid memories of the world, before we went underground, although I was barely five years old at the time.  My brother, on the other hand, knows only the bunker. He’s never seen a cloud, the ocean, or walked barefoot in the sand. He’s never felt the wind caress his face.