I didn’t know that a city can be drowned like this: completely submerged in a festive fog. The fog comes from the firecrackers; they cackle and boom every minute. The dogs have disappeared; they think perhaps that the end of the world has come. They must be in absolute despair and shock. Meanwhile, people celebrate; clad in their brightest clothes, they crowd at their gates and set off rockets of stars, fountains of light and rotating wheels of sparkles.