Without the mask

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

And finally: bang, bang, bang!

Welcome to Valencia during Las Fallas.

It is sudden, relentless and everywhere.

From the city centre to the countryside, there is no escape.

The fireworks and firecrackers are set off by everyone. From a young girl throwing firecrackers skipping between her parents. To large groups, with cheers accompanying every bang.

I hate it all.

My noise tolerance has been pushed beyond what I can cope with.

I enjoy Valencia, I love the weather and it is fun teaching. However, I just wish I could press the mute button. 

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  1. SJMarch 15, 2022 at 1:56 PM

    I do think that next time I am in London and I hear a bang, I won't move.

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