So while most of the southern part of the country is burning on TV I have my sister, trapped for two days by the fires and my mother now told to abandon the village both running loose around the Peloponnese and no-one knows what the hell is going on.
White smoke means no fire, black smoke means there is burning. Apparently.
For two days we have had ash raining down on our balcony in Athens. The sun shines a different colour depending on how fine the smoke particles are as it passes through. It would be interesting to sit and observe this if one could separate the cause from the phenomenon in one's mind.
So many of these places I have walked through their forests in the past. Here is not the place and now is not the time to talk about proper forest management.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
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