Friday afternoon, Luc was finishing up the week of teaching and I was at the tailor shop with my friend, Pasqua, dropping off a piece of fabric to make a skirt, when Pasqua noticed a huge column of black smoke rising from the other side of town. With fumes that dark, we knew it had to be a car or truck burning its gas tank, sadly a common occurence (we often seen charred carcasses of semis along the highway). Our curiosity got the better of us so we walked briskly across town to see what was going on. We joined a huge crowd of people watching a massive fire burn the remains of a truck in the middle of the highway directly in front of the border control building, basically the busiest intersection in town. Every few minutes something exploded in the flames, making a boom. When Luc finished with class he went for a run down to the site to check things out. The fire was almost out, and brave/stupid people were grabbing crates of beer, bicycles and other household goods from the still-burning remains of a general store delivery, while cans of paint were still blowing up. The word is that the driver got out safely and traffic was already circumventing the wreck, so no major harm done luckily and lots of entertainment for the locals.
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