A crack splits the air. The businessman beside me crumples, his leather briefcase clattering on the hard dirt. Before his body settles, more shots ring out. A couple falls, their children's wails piercing through the growing pandemonium.

The explosions come next - not Hollywood's dramatic fireballs, but sharp, devastating bursts that turn the market’s packed dirt floor into a battlefield. The air fills with concrete dust and the metallic tang of blood.

I stand rooted, oddly calm in this maelstrom. A woman in Louboutins tramples a fallen elderly man. A teenager in designer clothes shoves a child aside. The illusion of civilization peels away like old paint, revealing the raw creature beneath.

A corporate executive crawls on all fours, his Mont Blanc pen leaving a trail behind him. A socialite with a Million-Naita hairdo claws at others like a cornered animal. Their desperation fascinates me. In this moment of truth, University degrees and stock portfolios mean nothing - we're all just animals fighting for survival.

A laugh bubbles up from my chest, surprising even me. The absurdity of it all - how we pretend to be sophisticated beings until death comes knocking. Perhaps I'm in shock, or perhaps I'm seeing clearly for the first time.

The official report later counts one hundred and forty dead. But numbers can't capture what I witnessed: humanity stripped bare, the thin membrane between civilization and chaos torn away in seconds.

I survived, carrying not trauma but a profound revelation. We build our towers of glass and steel, our systems of etiquette and law, but beneath it all runs the eternal current of our animal nature - raw, honest, and undeniable.

Some call me cold for my reaction. But I've seen behind society's curtain, and I can't unsee the truth. Not all revelations come wrapped in beauty.