The first thing I smelled was burnt. Burnt what? I don’t know. Not that it mattered — everything around me was scorched or steaming. The accessories of the day became gloves and surgical masks. What was yesterday a neighborhood, now sounded more like a construction site.
Throughout the morning, helicopters and planes flew overheard. They dumped water on us to extinguish any remaining flames, hot coals. Much of the areas were still too hot to clear and need to cool down.
Cerro Ramaditas, a neighborhood located high up in the Valparaiso hills, fell victim to the re-ignition of Saturday’s fire. Over 150 houses were destroyed.
fuego, humo y unas manos amigas – fire, smoke and helping hands