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The wind is warm and doesn,t cool of, it’s midnight. One hour and than a red glowabove the next mountains.
The road is kinky ,we must slow down till 40 miles per hour. Dark trees,and a bit further, the red glow is now and then vissible between the turns off the road.
I can smell it, Now already Chris sais, he sniffs but doesn’t smell anything specific.
And yet, the unmistakable smell off burned axes like in the early day’as, at the bottom of the forge.
And yes, madre mia, glowing lava silently is finding his way down, devides into two different
Little streams. Up there is the red glow , wich means nothing good, it’s another kind not the red like the sun gowing under at the end of the day, it,s much more brown with spots of black air.
We drive carefuly slowly further approching the point where the glowing lava could flow over the road whe are driving, then we have to turn back it,s about 50 km, and just one road.
We are lucky , together with several other cars, we are at the point we can’t go any further.
Now we look without any fear, at the insite of mother earth, wich still is liquid, I saw it myself . It’s a marvellous spectacle of a vulcanic eruption, something that does not happen everyday. Men is becomes quiet.
Luckely, we are still at a great distence of this earth violence, hot and smelling like fosfor.
The island only exists 300.000 years, it’s nothing comparable with earth itsefs
It makes you think, about the little thing in life.
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