In advance of the election, we’d been advised that it would
be wise for us to stay in our home the entire weekend, just in case. After having been cooped up in our little mud
house for two days straight, we’d finally had enough. We decided to venture out to our favorite
watering hole to have a couple of beers to commemorate the beginning of the
last week of classes. After all, this is
Fitche. Nothing ever happens here. The streets had been dead calm and quiet all
day. One beer, what could it hurt?
We were walking back down the darkened street when suddenly
BOOM! We turned back and saw a series of
small explosions lighting up the night in the exact spot we had been standing
only moments prior. It looked almost
like someone was setting off some white mortars (the fireworks, not the other
kind), except that they were way too close to the ground. Suddenly people came streaming out of the
shops nearby, running in panic down the street. As the small explosions continued, the lights
on that half of town suddenly shut off, leaving us all in darkness.
Turned out that one of the regulators on the power lines had
just chosen that exact moment to explode.
The power came back on about 30 seconds later, and we continued walking
home. Like I said, nothing ever happens
in Fitche.
~Jessie
~Jessie
