3.4.26

Se quemó mi edificio- en inglés

We had a fire last Friday. Everybody and every cat are fine, spooked and with new appreciation of life, but everyone is well enough.

TLDR: The front half of my building burnt down, I live on the back half. We alive.

Jake and Debbie, my neighbors with the guns, (remember I told you I went out shooting with them?), (that Jake showed me all his guns? Including the sniper riffle and some kick ass riffle slingshots?) (That I watched the Super Bowl with Debbie, me explaining what Bad Bunny was saying and all the cultural implications?) (That Debbie would not let me spend the San Givin alone even though I don’t celebrate that shit?) (That a year ago Debbie wanted to get cats and now she calls me Cat Whisperer, because her cats are almost as insane as mine?) Anywho, we live in the second floor, this is the distribution of the second floor apartments, of 2 floors, one basement. I included the trees:

MS Paint showing a badly drawn plane of the distribution of the units. The description is better.

Debbie and Jacob are preppers, they have a bunch of shit for when the world erupts in World War III and everyone is going crazy. Food for a year, desalinization machines, generators, solar panes, all the guns and ammo, other things they haven´t told me.

They are going to survive this, and about a year ago I  said, something like, “I don’t even have enough food for this week”, I think. And Debbie said, “don´t worry, we got you, baby.” And gave me some cans and she now thinks I am always starving. Pero no, I just don’t store cans. And I had just moved. But she always tries to feed me. Wait, no. Not anymore.

They lost everything.

It seems that Friday night, well, technically Saturday morning, they heard a pop and a thing with a lithium battery started swelling. Jake grabs it and runs to the balcony to throw it to the yard. But the thing explodes and lands in the balcony with a big ass fire.

He wakes Debbie to get out, opens the door, and pulls the fire alarm from the hallway.

I hear the alarm noise, wake up very confused, and open the door.  Omar, from right across the hallway also confused, looks at me and says, “¿Qué pedo?” y yo, “No sé, no mames, mira,” And I look up and I see white smoke on the ceiling, and I walk towards the smoke and see the fire in the balcony.”¡Fuego!” Le digo. “¡Fuego!”

I turn back to go home and grab my tiny kitchen fire extinguisher and run back to Jake and Debbie’s and give him the mini extinguisher. I think Debbie is out. Omar rushes back in and wakes Bex.

I run downstairs to get the hallway extinguisher, but it is locked up behind a glass. I break the glass with my hand and hurry back up, I give the extinguisher to Jake who dives back in his house.

I race back downstairs and I notice I slashed my hand, so I grab a shoe from someone’s hallway and keep running  down to the basement. I get to the next glass case with fire extinguisher and start banging and banging, but it wont break. So I charge to the other building and up the stairs and see a fire extinguisher, and I break that glass. I take the fire extinguisher and get the pin out and run back up.

When I get back to our floor, I see the firepeople coming in and Jake running out, the curtains have caught and the ceiling is now with a red flame. The black smoke starts spreading and fire is raining from his ceiling. My brain glitches and realise that we might die here.

Please, don’t be afraid. We won’t die today. We all survive. We all have super minor injuries.

As I see the firelady and the dark dense smoke creeping in the hallway, I turn and get back into my condo and the firelady yells, “Get out Get out!”

I say, “My cats!!”.

And she asksyells, “Do You Live Alone?!”

I say “Yes, my cats. Oh fuck, please ,my cats”

 But my cats are nowhere to be seen. I open the windows and the balcony door, get my coat hanging from my door and shoes next to the door and run out with her.

I try to get out the front door, and she yells,” no, through the back!” The front half is covered in smoke and flames.

I get outside and run around the building. Omar and Bex are there, as well as the rest of the neighbors. Jake and Debbie are there, a bit away off, and Jake is saying something like “my kids” or maybe “my cats”. He is crying and shaking side to side.

 

I approach another firelady, I tell her,  “There are two cats inside, one is inside the sofa.” And this diva fucking amazing what the actual fuck firelady runs towards the fire and up the stairs, shortly after she comes out with Chill, the cat.

Firelady hands Chill to Jake, who grabs Chill and starts crying. Jacob Brown is a Marine, I would have never thought this guy could have an emotion. His crying makes me very confused.

I touch Chill the cat on her head. Chill the cat bites me. She will be fine. She is a warrior.

I turn and there is this minifireperson watering the lower floor condos. I tell him, there is another cat, she is probably behind the TV. He says, “Mam, you have to step back.” And I say, “You don’t understand, there are two cats,” and he repeats, “Mam. I told you to step back.” And I get mega pissed and yell, “I am going to need to speak to someone bigger than you!” And I flip him off. Both fingers. Bex kind of yells at me and I see her. She’s all like, “Dude stop. You will get arrested.” And I think, no, these people don’t arrest anyone. They just help.

However, minifire is useless, so I go back to Bex and Omar, and you know? I notice it is cold.

Some neighbors from other buildings come out. “Do you need anything?” They have blankets with them. “Do you want anything?” I say, “Yes, please, I am parched.” I have inhaled a bit of smoke and my throat is dry and itchy.

This guy, Quintin, runs back to his apartment and brings back water. I try opening the bottle but it keeps slipping, I notice my hand is covered in blood. I also notice glass is sticking out of my hand, so I pluck the glass out. I am not sure if Omar or someone else opened my bottle or if I did. But I drink some and use some to rinse my hand.

I notice the ambulance is here, and that some guy is in a stretcher. I focus. It is naked George. I approach Tall fire lady, and ask, “Is George having a panic attack or heart attack?” and Tall Firelady says,” I am not sure”. And little old Karen neighbor says, “that George needs to be the center of attention every time. He is faking it because this is not about him.”

Little old Karen is with Coco, her tiny Yorkshire dog. Standing next to us in pajamas and coat. I call Coco, and Coco jumps into my arms and she is all squiggly and tongue and wiggly and joy. Little old Karen says, “I did not hear the alarms, the sprinklers did not go off, we will never pass inspection again.” I say, “There was no smoke in the hallways, we were out before it was bad.” She grunts. I give her back Coco.

Bex says to me, “Do you have your keys?” I have nothing. No keys, phone, passport, money, wallet, nothing. Not even pants, but I would not realize I wasn’t wearing pants until Tuesday, when thinking, “did I put on pants?” and the answer was no. I was in my underwear and coat.

I am so cold. Bex is cold. The manifestation goes out. “It is so cold”.

Bex has her phone and checks the temperature. 16. Fahrenheit. -10C

Bex did not grab a coat. She also just had a hysterectomy on Monday. And then, the attic catches on fire.

I think, oh no, my cats. I know they have air. But I just hope they will be smart enough to jump if… I don’t even finish my thought. My cats are hiding, and will stay hiding.

The tree next to Debbie and Jake’s condo catches on fire.

Debbie and Jake cry for their cats.

We are cold.

Breathing becomes very hard. It becomes very slow.

I see so many lights. Up the street a fucking cop is blocking it. We are freezing here, and the pigs are blocking the street up there.

My hand hurts, and I remember I have a disinfectant in my pocket. I take it out, and of course it does not work.

I see the other neighbor standing next to little old Karen, I ask her, “what is your name?”

“McKenzie”, she says. And she tells me that she lives exactly below me. She fosters cats. She grabbed her own kitties and stuck them in the car, the fosters were not be able to be caught. “I don’t think after this the fosters will be able to be adopted. They might have to be barn cats forever.”

I turn my face towards the building and the fire is out.

I ask Bex the time. 3 something am.

The firepeople are folding hoses.

A firedick approaches the neighbors who gave us the blankets and talks to them. I interrupt and say, “Hey, when you stop talking to the guys, how about you address the people who actually live here?”

The neighbor not-Quintin says something that they are checking if we can go back. And I try to explain that that is not the point, the firedick should talk to us and not just assume the men are the ones in charge. And the little old Karen calls the firedick, “He is just a chauvinistic pig!” The firepig leaves and Tall firelady approaches.

Tall Firelady tells us that they have to check that everything is out, that there is no smoke damage, that the electricity is ok to be turned back on, that they are checking everything. But the fire is out. So in about an hour or so, we are going to be able to go back.

Quintin and not-Quintin offer their places so we can get out of the cold. Omar says,”Oh, I have my keys. We could go in my car.”

We have been standing in the foquin cold for almost 2 hours now. Bex is having the most horrible pains from getting organs removed. I am pantless, I am so cold.

But, quietly, we go in his car and he turns on the heat. And all of us, Bex, Omar, and me, we start the loop of what the fire was. Narrating what we saw, what we experienced. We just lived it, and we are talking about it.

And we will talk about it incessantly for a week.

And a week from now, I will write it down so that it stops living in my head. So, I can put it in paper and make it a story. So ,it stops being a memory and a nightmare. So, I can continue. I need to make it a story either a short story or a thing I tell at parties. This has to get out of my head.

I need to sleep.

Maybe I will write a metaphor on how preparing from the danger outside is useless as the danger came from within. But I can’t make it into a story yet, I am still reliving it.

The Tall Firelady starts looking for us at 4 am, and I get out of the car. “You can go back in.” She says.

We walk through the door, it is all wet. The carpet, the walls, the ceiling.  Everything stinks of chemical burns. The lights are out. The stairs are filled with random debris and glass and pieces of wood. We get upstairs to our hallway and it is all smoky and dark. I go to my house and it is dark, the electricity is out. I grab a lantern and go back out to Bex and Omar.

Bex says, “I was so unprepared.” I look at her, we are alive.

Then, the lights go back up.

We look at each other. Bex says, “Do you want coffee?”  Omar and I laugh, Omar says he has to work early in the morning. I say I really want to get to bed. I hear yelling, it is coming from downstairs, I make it out, it is the little old Karen, “Where is my fucking shoe???”

I yell back, “Somewhere in the building, I´ll find it tomorrow. “

“You better!” She yells back.

I go back to my condo and try to look for my cats. In the closet I grope around and feel one, two. They seem ok. They are alive and not burnt.

I go to bed, and try to go to sleep. Every 15 minutes I am up because I dream of firepeople going into my house and telling me to run. I am so cold, I grab another blanket and all the towels.

It is 4am.

It is 6am. The cats want to eat. They are meowing and looking at me as if I caused all the commotion last night. I check my phone and Debbie says, “we just found Journey”. Journey, the cat, is fine.

Stanno tutti benne.

Everyone is fine.

Stuff is stuff, it matters nothing.

Epilogue

The next day, or later that Saturday, I ran to Costco to get the biggest mother fuck you fire extinguisher they had.

I knew how to use the extinguisher because I did a VR simulation. When you see a fire the brain does not work. You just act. I did not know I would run to fire extinguisher and fire, I thought I was a coward and would run out. My body did not do that. My body knew exactly how to operate a fire extinguisher.

Later that week, I made all of my colleagues do the fire extinguisher safety simulation in VR.

Journey the cat was fine, she hid in a corner. Her whiskers are fine and she got some xrays. Chill had a dislocated toe which got fixed. They are both ok, eating, and enjoying a vacation in a hotel.

Jake and Debbie are fine, no smoke inhalation, no burns. Jake has a mild cut on his hand from smashing the fire alarm. The Condo was a total loss. We went in and touching the dry walls would make them crumble. But the total loss included all of their possessions. I hope they got their guns out.

My cats started speaking to me on Sunday.

Katia had suggested I get a glass breaking bracelet. And I did, over 3 weeks ago. I wore it as I smashed the glass pane with my bare hand and I wore it while trying to smash the basement glass pane with the little old Karen’s shoe.


algunas salsas

https://www.cityofmadison.com/fire/daily-reports/2026-03-28/fire-on-east-side-caused-by-lithium-ion-battery-malfunction

https://www.wkow.com/news/top-stories/lithium-ion-battery-fire-displaces-two-households-in-madison/article_0f2156f8-11e1-4e0d-94de-3a4812f8473f.html

https://www.wmtv15news.com/2026/03/28/100k-damage-after-lithium-ion-battery-ignites-madison-condo/

https://fox47.com/news/local/fire-displaces-2-households-leaves-cat-missing-on-madisons-east-side

 

10.12.20

Ayer, más muertos de la COVID19 que en el 911

En septiembre 11 del 2001, aquí su lagartija estaba en Monterrey. Cayó un aguacero de aquellos y se suspendieron clases. Yo me seguí durmiendo hasta que mi señora madre se puso a dar de gritos que se acababa el mundo.

Que un avión había chocado con una torre y luego otro avión en otra torre y luego otro en el pentágono.


En mi sopor no entendía nada. Para empezar, ¿en qué momento tuvimos pentágono en Monterrey? Así que me jaló corriendo a la tele para ver cómo la gente brincaba de las ventanas de las torres gemelas y luego cómo éstas se venían abajo.


Me pasé todo el día viendo noticias.


Al igual que muchos terrícolas en ese momento, pensaba que esto haría recapacitar a los gringos de andar bombardeando al mundo nada más para quitarles su petróleo. 


Boy, was I wrong

Reptil haciendo lo que nadie puede hacer en su lugar (fuente)



Oficialmente, murieron 2996 personas ese día del 911.


El shock gringo fue tal que el gobierno se movilizó para eliminar un montón de libertades, protecciones y avances en materia de derechos humanos, anti tortura, anti espionaje, anti discriminación. 


Y eso que la labor de limpieza del internet fue meticulosa. En las primeras semanas se podían ver las imágenes de la gente quemada cayendo de las torres y de los cuerpos destazados cuando llegaban al suelo. La repetición de los videos y las imágenes hacían que la gente experimentara las explosiones y los muertos una y otra vez. 


Después y ahora, esas imágenes de muertes grotescas ya no están por ningún lado salvo una fotico estéril de un hombre haciendo un 4 de cabeza.


El shock y dolor del 911 le permitió al gringrado el aceptar varias guerras ilegales, invasiones a países, y hasta los gringuitos tuvieron que soportar la molestia de tener que quitarse los zapatos en los aeropuertos y que les manosearan sus partes los neandertales que trabajan en la seguridad del TSA. Todo, según elles, para que jamás volviera a ocurrir una tragedia como esa del 911.


Las noticias del 12 de septiembre salieron así (fuente ):







Shock, dolor, incomprensión, rabia.



Sin embargo, solamente ayer, oficialmente de la COVID19, murieron 3,054 personas en Estados Unidos.


La diarrea naranja no dijo nada ni de las víctimas, ni de sus familias, ni de la tragedia (eso sí reconoció que Marruecos es lider supremo del Sahara occidental).


La gente sigue afuera sin máscaras. Mi vecino que tenía los letreros a favor del Ano Naranja Para Presidente 2020 sigue diciendo que la pandemia es fake news. Mi tío, quien fue casi un año completo a la primaria, dice que el nuevo orden mundial está manipulándonos para volvernos comunistas.


Muy pocos encabezados mencionan la inmensa tragedia humana que estamos viviendo HOY.


Por ejemplo, en Fox News hablan de espionajes chinos en la sede del partido demócrata que jamás sucedieron.



En la del Federalist (una favorita de la ultra derecha) se habla de conspiraciones de los de izquierda (es como llaman aquí a los que no son neonazis) para destruir un canal de YouTube.



NPR, que no depende de las empresas y sus comerciales para sobrevivir (por tanto lame menos huevos) habla de que no hay suficientes dosis para vacunar a todos ni habrá (pero no menciona que la Guácara in Chief sólo aseguró dosis para los que se registraron como militantes del partido Republicano).



Es desgastante que llevamos 10 meses de pandemia y en vez de haber creado empatía, solidaridad y redes de apoyo, los gringos creen que el virus es un mito.


Hoy, en gringolandia, es un día como cualquier otro.



24.11.20

Ganó José Biden en gringolandia

Y hubo elecciones en Gringolandia y perdió Agolfo Twitter. Pero, obviamente, como es un psicópata narciso, no va a admitir la derrota. Vienen unos meses interesantes hasta el cambio de gobierno. La cosa es que 70 millones de gringos votaron por la Naranja Satánica. Son gente anticiencia además de altamente racista y machista.
Esta bandera la ha visto su servilleta ondear en varias casas de la comarca vaquera en la que tienen su casa

Para entender un poco a esta gente… cuando ganó Obama, su racismo y odio fue tan grande que negaron que Obama hubiera nacido en Estados Unidos. Ni su acta de nacimiento, ni nada fue suficiente para convencerlos que Obama era el presidente legítimo. Argumentaban que el sistema político estaba tan tan roto que un impostor, un fake president estuvo 8 años en la casa blanca. 

Porque a esta gente lo que le caló fue que ocho años tuvieron a un negro como su presidente y 8 años de escuchar que las minorías iban a ser mayoría en el 2050. Por eso es apabullante el apoyo al racista de ahorita. 

No se debe subestimar el racismo de Gringolandia. 

Según las encuestas, el 70% de esos 70 millones creen que las elecciones no fueron justas. O sea, 49 millones de personas en Covidlandia creen que el presidente electo está ahí porque hubo fraude en las elecciones. 

El sábado hicieron una marcha. Million Maga March la llamaron (porque hubo una marcha en 1995 de hombres afroamericanos llamada Million Man March  y a estos racistas les encanta apropiarse de los slogans de las minorías y burlarse de ellos). Gran parte de su motivación está en violentar al otro, en ponerlos en su lugar. En esta marcha las más o menos entre 10 mil a 50 mil personas que asistieron protestaron que están contando los votos de las minorías y que los únicos votos legales son los de ellos y ellas: los racistas blancos. 
Si le rascan a la pantalla pueden oler la covid (fuente)

Por suerte, casi no usaron máscaras, así que en unos 15 días vamos a ver una disminución de racistas gracias a la Covid19.

Según las encuestas, un 30% de ellos además cree que hay una conspiración en el gobierno de los Demócratas en la que secuestran y se comen a los niños, que el coronavirus fue inventado por los chinos para destruir a su presidente, el cual es el ungido de dios mismo. Si las encuestas están en lo correcto (que han estado estratosféricamente incorrectas), estamos hablando de 21 millones de personas. 

Es como si toda la población de Chile estuviera bajo los efectos de unos hongos alucinógenos, nomás que en vez de ver a Santa Sabina, ven un globo anaranjado como su mesías que los va a llevar a un futuro donde los blancos sean los únicos que existan tras haber colgado a todxs los morenxs de los postes. Y así, los racistas saldrán adelante con sus caras sin máscaras, sus cuerpos con covid y su manos cargadas de AR15s y pistolitas de mano.

aquí repartimos balazos y covid (fuente)


 
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