Oakland on fire(works)
A bit like being somewhere on an active battlefield (i suppose). Fireworks shot not a 100 yards away for hours. Loud enough to set off car alarms, to justify ear plugs. Blinding phosphorous white flashes of light preceding the thunder. The street lights ‘see’ nothing but explosion haze; at first I thought it was rain. The smell of a diesel engine depot is probably the most pleasant part of the experience as it puts me back 30-35 years ago to the train stations of Moscow and St. Petersburg. This morning the pavement is littered with paper charge casing confetti with words – ‘Danger, Explosives’ – still intact. The neighbor says only two houses caught fire this time.
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