
This time, I won't show you pictures.Our house almost burned down the other night. Some say it was a rice cooker, the news say it was a candle; there are others who believe it was carried by air. It started in one of the shanties across the street, and it grew and it grew until everything was black and orange, massive smoke and solid flame. All the small houses burned to the ground and very few belongings were spared; there are people sleeping by our gate now.
Through flood and fire, we lived. After
the typhoon, this.
( Through flood and fire. )