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Driving through Altadena, I found a community gutted but determined to rebuild

On January 10, three days after the Eiton fire erupted for the first time, I went to Lake Avenue, the commercial heart of Altadina, a few miles away from the place where I live.

The surreal scene amazed me as if it were filming Hollywood. This should be a movie after the end of the world, shown with amazing special effects. The entire part of the upper commercial area was destroyed. I somehow think that within a few weeks, after the completion of the filming, the street and its shops will return to appearing.

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Our correspondence wipes homes and companies destroyed by fires in their neighborhood in Altadina, California, and meditates in the future of this mini world of the Greater Los Angeles.

Residents are not allowed here yet. It is very dangerous. Electric lines are broken. The fire is still burning, and the gas leaks. Toxic lead, asbestos and arsenic inherently invisible in the rubble. My press card enables me to cross the checkpoints guarded by the National Guard in California.

I drive my car near the grocery store aldi. My husband is shopping here to buy sausages. It’s completely hollow. The grocery store is located directly on the street. It is safe.

The “Greeting from Altadena” store is shining under the afternoon sun. The city’s name was written in messages on postcards depicting its rich history. I wonder how we will be able to survive as a society with a lot of lost pieces now.

I stopped the car and walked to our favorite burger restaurant, Mount Everest. It is a pile of rubble. We were stopping on the way back from a stunning journey in our small open car, hiking on foot, or when none of us feel the desire to cook.

Chimneys are all the remainder of a residential house. The hardware store has been obliterated. As well as the mortal rabbit museum and three churches near the intersection.

It started drowning. This is not a movie.

On January 10, three days after the Eiton fire erupted for the first time, I went to Lake Avenue, the commercial heart of Altadina, a few miles away from the place where I live.

The surreal scene amazed me as if it were filming Hollywood. This should be a post -end -ended film, which is shown with amazing special effects. The entire part of the upper commercial area – restaurants, churches, post office, and bank has been destroyed. I somehow think that within a few weeks, after the completion of the filming, the street and its shops will return to appearing.

Residents are not allowed here yet. It is very dangerous. Electric lines are broken. The fire is still burning, and the gas leaks. Toxic lead, asbestos and arsenic inherently invisible in the rubble. My press card enables me to cross the first checkpoint, which is guarded by the National Guard in California. Then again. Then a third.

Why did we write this

A story that focuses on

Our correspondence wipes homes and companies destroyed by fires in their neighborhood in Altadina, California, and meditates in the future of this mini world of the Greater Los Angeles.

I am slowly rolling the top of the long hill towards the wonderful San Gabriel mountains, as the fire began on January 7. On my right is the Elliot Magent School, which is a general intermediate school of art. The Art Deco -designed building appears as it is, and its rectangular towel is still rising in the blue sky.

I look closely. The ceiling is only black wooden beams. I notice myself that my friend’s daughter at Al -Kitab Club goes here. You are supposed to play the role of the evil witch in the play of the Spring Music School, “partner”.

I drive my car near the grocery store aldi. My husband is shopping here to buy sausages. It’s completely hollow. The grocery store is located directly on the street. It is safe.

Francin Kevir / Christian Science Monitor

Eiton fire was destroyed by Everest Burger Restaurant in Lake Avenue in Altadina, California, as shown here on January 14, 2025.

The “Greeting from Altadena” store is shining under the afternoon sun. The city’s name was written in messages on postcards depicting pictures of this selective pocket and its rich history. This city is a small mosaic inside a much larger mosaic in Los Angeles Province. I wonder how we will be able to survive as a society with a lot of lost pieces now.

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