Everyone has a favourite place a place that brings back childhood memories. That encapsulates your past, where you grew up, where you learnt about yourself. That place for me just went up in smoke. Literally.
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There are the worst bushfires in Australian history occurring all over Victoria at the moment. 66 lives have been lost, but they are pretty sure the final toll will be more like over 100. Many of the fires were lit deliberately.
The whole town of Marysville was destroyed. I used to camp there twice a year, many of my happiest memories from childhood took place there. It's all gone.
I'm one of the lucky ones, in no way shape or form was my life, my home, or those of anyone I know personally ever at risk. But even so, this is way too close to home, and it's devastating to see. People have lost everything, left literally with the clothes on their back. And they feel lucky that they have that much.
How can someone LIVE with themselves deliberately lighting fires on days with temperatures above 46.7C or 117F? Especially on days with winds as strong as they were yesterday.
I tell you what, it feels fucking apocalyptic here.