By a copse of trees in a area entirely filled with green grass, the scene of another fire again?. In disbilief knowing horrible people are burning houses of those I knew personally, I daze off for a whille thinking of how messed up people who didn’t have the right to do these misrable things. My eye caught another distaster coming from bastion point. A swarming pit of fire burning my whare!! A moment that I witnessed hatred against my people. I bolted home speechless of anything to say, I stand by a crowd of Maori people balling their eyes out of what castrophe where all our belongings are burnt into ashes. They didn’t have sympathy for Joanes death and thats a moment I will never forget.