"Five detained as investigators probe deadly Russian nightclub fire"
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/europe/12/05/russia.nightclub.fire/index.html
This article really just terrifies me. Just imagine, being in some sort of club or overly crowded room when suddenly a fire breaks out, above your head. The juggler working with some sort of pyrotechniques (illegally, mind you) has allowed the item he is juggling to come into contact with the ceiling. Before you know it, the sky above you is engulfed in flames, there's people running, rushing, screaming from the roaring inferno. You cannot breathe, you cannot see, people begin to trample one another as the roof comes crashing down, bit by blazing bit...
Nobody should have to arrive at a club to see that a loved one, along with over 100 others, has been either trampled, suffocated or burned to death.
Currently, the co-ownvers of the club and a few other people, particularly the individual who provided the illegal fireworks, have been brought into custody. As they well should be. Even if only one life had been taken, there is no excuse for such a blatant disregard for safety and human life.
About Me
- Trisha
- Whenever I paint, I put my left arm behind my back, and when I'm really focused on my art, I've been told that my breathing gets heavier. Walking barefoot is my petit bonheur, and trees are the most fascinating thing on this planet. I could eat a whole jar of peanutbutter slowly by the spoonful, especially if you sit me down in front of a movie, or two, or three. Sleeping with the window open makes for the best night's rest. I like to sit on the floor, even when a chair is available, which is ironic, because I really like to design furniture. The place where the Cleveland Indians play will always be Jacob's Field, and drawing with a pencil and paper will always beat out Photoshop. Cleaning my room with music blasting makes me happy. Funny, cause I've been unanimously voted the messiest in my house. When I think of the house I will own when I'm older, it involves a library, an art studio, floor-length windows with ivy crawling up the panes, and a roof I can easily climb on. It also involves secret passageways and those creepy paintings with spyholes for eyes. My kids are getting a treehouse whether they want one or not. As it turns out, I didn’t have to swim to Europe.
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