Transcription: It was like being shot out of a giant cannon. Rising on a sea of red-hot lava amid a cloud of ashes, the raft flew through the air and I lost consciousness. When I came to, I felt the strong hand of Hans clutching my belt. With his other hand he was holding my uncle. We were lying on the slope of a mountain next to a precipice over which I would have fallen had Hans not saved me. We had not the slightest idea where we had arrived. It was certainly not Iceland. Below us, we could see a forest of green. There were olive and fig trees and vines heavy with purple grapes. Above us was the crater of ...
