The shock wave approached and knocked on the roof of the bunker -- one, two -- as if a genie, freed by us from the bottle, patted us and thanked us for releasing him from his long captivity.
La onda de choque se acercó y derribó el techo del búnker - uno, dos - como si un genio, liberado de la botella, nos diese una palmada para agradecernos que lo liberásemos de su largo cautiverio.