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Mad wind storms blew all night long at speeds of up to 50km. Mid October, yet before dawn the temperature was already 20°C and the dry wind felt desert-hot. A neighbour’s house cordoned off the end of our street: his new roof lies in shards on the tarmac below. All day long fire engines and ambulances will ring their bells…

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