I was visiting the cozy restaurant O Visconde.
When I got up from the chair I was witness to a very surrealistic moment...
A fire had begun on the edge of Funchal.
At that moment people had a pleasant evening and didn’t know what was happening just above them. --->>> (more)
This was the beginning of several terrible days for the inhabitants of the maintown.
More than 100 people became homeless that night.
The following days wildfires began all around the island of Madeira.
A giant smoke plume from the island was hanging over the Atlantic Ocean.
Like a ship in distress.
Firefighters were dispatched from the Portuguese mainland.
Beautiful parts of the island changed from green to black so fast.
Valley after valley.
Black. Black. Black.
On this huge black area brave people fought for their homes.
Lonely houses were lying as small islands in a black ocean.
Saved from the fire.
As a hope in the middle of a tradegy.