Past winter Cathy, a photo-journalist on assignment in Guatemala, was enjoying a late-afternoon drink on a rooftop-bar in Antigua, a picturesque Spanish colonial town, surrounded by three high mountains. Alvarez, the bartender informed they’re all historic dormant volcanoes, while focusing Cathy’s lens on farthest one:
Cathy: My goodness! It’s slowly belching!
Alvarez: Fuego, angriest one.
Cathy: Any anticipated eruption?
Alvarez: Always without notice.
Now Cathy, screaming “Fuego exploded”, woke up from a nightmare in her cozy London-apartment. She turned on BBC. Live images were streaming: erupting Fuego burying San Miguel with volcanic ash, repeating Pompeii’s fate from Mt. Vesuvius’ wrath.
Cathy: My goodness! It’s slowly belching!
Alvarez: Fuego, angriest one.
Cathy: Any anticipated eruption?
Alvarez: Always without notice.
Now Cathy, screaming “Fuego exploded”, woke up from a nightmare in her cozy London-apartment. She turned on BBC. Live images were streaming: erupting Fuego burying San Miguel with volcanic ash, repeating Pompeii’s fate from Mt. Vesuvius’ wrath.
