We remember, through the eyes of a seasoned firefighter, the worst incidents that have devastated the city of Madrid in recent decades: from the huge nighttime fire of Alcalá 20 to the tragic morning of March 11.
At dawn, their skies did not return joyful. They were burning, they were scarlet. The flames of early morning, young and lively, resumed the joy of their hours. It was December, the kind that gets stiff. They wanted to recruit night owls above, who could rest in peace. Around eighty, that night. …
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