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Originally Posted by marichiko
Gosh, Luisa, hope we get to hear more from you! Your description sort of reminds me of a New year's Eve I spent in Northeastern Brazil!
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I wonder if the revelers in Brazil have ever found themselves hiding under their dining table on New Year's Eve because it sounded like World War 3 was going on out in the streets and fire trucks were running to and from in an almost endless siren wail. That's what happened to me one NYE during my teen years.
Our house was still made of wood at the time and the safest place to hide seemed to be under our circular dining table that seats 10. so there, I was, cringing with every explosion and wondering how much a kevlar helment would cost me and would i be able to have one for the next NYE.
When all the excitement was over, we had our roofing checked for any damags from firecrakers. Well, no damage from the fire crackers BUT, the handyman did find a .45 caliber bullet lodged in between the roof sheets. Guess my family literally dodged the bullet that time.
And oh... there was the time some drunk fired a bullet into the air and it ricocheted all over the 3rd floor of our newly semi-concrete built house. That's for another thread again.