I didn't have the courage to be among the first group to step onto the bridge's glass panel; I took the steel sidewalk first, as a warm-up.
I heard someone screaming. Looking over, I saw a young man crawling on the glass, struggling to reach the steel railings.
Perhaps, knowing that he was 300 meters (984 feet) above ground, he wanted to hold on to something.
Two men were trying to calm him down, but it seemed to me more like they were pulling him back toward the glass.
A female onlooker was watching the scene with great amusement, aware that this man was more fearful than many of the women on the bridge.