The volcano keeps erupting, blowing its anger all over our island, covering everything in ash, including me. Trying to clean the terrace with little success. Better to stop looking at the news, which incidentally has been criticized for tabloidism.
The natural disaster is food and drink to 24-hour channels, how they fill their hours. The suited and booted silk ties, the glamour girl presenters with their high heels and eye shadow...
Telling the story from air-conditioned security.
All you need is background music, but wait, here it comes.
Screeching melancholy of violins.
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