A cry of excruciating, one of the death gaping.
A blast monstrous, which smashed the port, that is to say, the lungs of the city.
beyond the port, half of the urban area swallowed by the disaster, and become the theatre of one of those scenes where, in the great narratives archaic, unleashed the apocalypse and the chaos.
And, in the face of this chaos and this tohu-bohu reversed, in the face of the de-of which was one of the abodes of men the most civilized in the world, facing the spectacle of these fires, where some wanted to recognize a replica of the fire of Our Lady, a few voices, very few, I was...Article reserved to subscribers
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illustration : dusault for "the point"
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