The moment of the attack is seared into my brain. We were looking up at them, up that hill [...]. The sky hanging abonve theor heads was black and empty. And then they let loose, with volleys of smoke and fire and noise and canisters and streams of light flickering into the heavens. It was strangely beautiful, in the way that the apocalpyse might be. Sao Paolo is never pretty, but it can be terrifyingly beautiful.
— Nov 26, 2024 03:28AM
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