By now the country - for the most part - is back to work on a regular schedule and, more importantly, the fireworks around the city have subsided. It’s about time after 14 days of around the clock blasts. It wasn’t necessarily 24/7 - but it was off and on 24 hours a day. It’s not the best way to be woken up in the middle of the night (or 5 in the morning).
Although it was neat to look out the window from my apartment on the 12th floor to see fireworks exploding right outside the window and to see the skyline exploding with the kind of show you only see from professionals - you know, like you’d see at a theme park or on the 4th of July. But as I was watching them out my window, thankful I hadn’t accidently left a window or something open as ash and debris would have without a doubt come in, I really wondered how safe all the hyper-pyromaniacs were.
I was enjoying setting off the fireworks with Ellen and her dad on Chinese New Year eve In Changzhou until it started getting a little irresponsible. Even though we were in a safe place, I was really nervous when they started setting off the fireworks not even a foot away from the box of 10 other fireworks - including what looked like M80s.
And then the family started setting off fireworks 5 feet away from a busy intersection. We’re not talking about the lame Roman Candles we were holding, I’m talking about the big boys; the box of fireworks that’s like three feet long and two feet high.
But the worst offender was the genius that lit fireworks in the middle of the street when cars were passing by and even driving over them! Luckily we did not see an accident, but that was a close call... Maybe too close!
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