twenty five year old bus john velma is obsessed with photographing apocalyptic looking funder stones across germany skies. as a child he had a recurring dream that he was being chased by a tornado as he did when i was nine we lived near geneva one day a storm front was gathering in the valley of lake geneva i told my parents something really bad is brewing like it was in a deal or counter newnham but suddenly trees were strewn across our lawn our neighbor's trampoline was blown into our garden trashed grounds everything was flying about it all airy was devastated recent. a small village somewhere in eastern germany the green hue in the picture is a dense haze of hail stones a whopping nine centimeters in signs. humans have managed to conquer and control the earth but not the skies storm chasers are just content with snapping pictures of thunderstorms. they want nothing less than the perfect picture of the perfect storm. and for that they'll gladly travel fountains of kilometers. just to get that one only important image. because i get all started in school i was bullied for years i e