ALattice The formal procedures are seen – the national anthem that sings, and the gathering firefighters – the fun begins. The sound brings the first excitement: dozens of engines are raised, each without a silent silencer, and a reverse book. Then comes the crash and curls the metal on the metal. Flat tires, bumps fall. Cars that shoot, others are pushed on the wall. They are the head but like a goat. They are whispering, buzz, smoke, kiosk and gap. Soon only two are still moving, and at this point the broadcaster may flourish: “Have it!”
