Don't believe a woman who says she doesn't panic. I panicked when I heard the continuous popping & banging. I went immediately into my "run for the mountains" mode. Screamed at Uncle (who's home from work as situation is still hairy) "get our bags!" while slamming all doors & windows shut. Also accidentally locked the dogs into the toilet.
We have 2 backpacks ready to evacuate. Ofcourse we will leave everything behind - his gripe. He thinks we will have time to pack & leave. I would like to see us leaving in an orderly fashion too but I doubt that's happening. I don't think packing my clothes & nice stuff is my priority now.
Passports - check
Computer - check
Father's little buddha - check
Some watches etc - check
Personal photos - check
Documents & Papers (equal to the weight of our 2 dogs 10kgs!!) - check
2 small dogs who will never understand anything but english, meal & bone times - not checked.
We intend to bundle them off or they had better learn another language
Uncle standing on the blinking balcony chatting with the neighbour (whose husband had run off in the direction of the shooting) - CHECK!
You damn MEN!
The Military has come back to life today. They have agreed with the Mayor (the young punk who started all this shit; NOT that he's wrong, just too power hungry & inexperienced) to stop the looting, burning, pillaging.
The shots are from the Military protecting a small supermarket here. The other big supermarkets have already been looted & stripped to the bone. I mean it. Every last plastic bag & shelving's gone. EMPTY.
Am I calm? NO. I am way tired, tense & frankly scared from the shots. God bless this Land. Why is it that the poorer the land, the more f**ked they are / get?