Guy Fawkes day done Chinese style

Chinese or lunar new year is always an explosive event. Standing beside my parent-in-law’s apartment window looking out at the goings on, it was actually possible to feel each and every explosion from the blossoming fireworks. Each exploding firework a virtual super nova or blossoming flower made of burning phosphorus.

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Outside, the attack on the senses was even more tangible. Smoke from launched fireworks, paper and debris littered the ground, while the fireworks launched with a thunderous boom that echoed around the citadel. Dressed in green army trench coats, the two security guards for our building (there are 4 tower blocks) looked up in amazement while holding their hands over their ears to dampen the bangs and booming of the fireworks. Any evil spirits had long since left.

Jiang and I decided to let off our small contribution. Two lots of hand-held fizzers and mortar sticks. We also had a firework the size of my fist. It was like a stick of dynamite. Setting it on a metal rubbish bin, I lit the fuse and walked backwards while watching the fuse run down. The resounding bang was adequet enough and the underlying metallic clang-echo made me laugh.  Guy Fawkes in New Zealand for  my brothers and I had always been about causing enough double-happy driven mayhen without loosing our fingers. The rubbish bin was untouched, the force of the explosion being directed upwards. No dent in the lid.

The end result of Lunar new year celebration? Red coloured debris on the ground, empty mortar boxes that look quite substantial even after they’ve let off all of their ‘ammunition’, but an immediate side affect of all that burning of sulphur was smoke. Thick dense smoke that would not go away in the cold,  in what seemed, the breathless air of Shenyang.

More powerful than a curry vindaloo

IMG_0329One stray spark, or a discarded cigarette and it’ll be the biggest bang the evil spirits will have heard in a year. A happy Lunar New Year to everyone.