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“ Mãe de Deus ,” he whispered, crossing himself.

The road from Figueiró dos Vinhos to Castanheira de Pêra became a trap. Families trying to flee in their cars were overtaken by the pyro-cumulonimbus cloud. The asphalt melted. The air became a furnace. Joaquim listened to his battery-powered radio as the names of the dead were read out in a numbing litany: four… twelve… thirty… Later, they would find sixty-four people dead on that single stretch of road. incêndios em portugal

Five years later, Joaquim, now 65, walks the same path. The new saplings are waist-high. The cork oaks are starting to regenerate their bark. His new house is made of stone and rammed earth, with a roof of red tiles. It sits behind a low, fire-resistant wall. “ Mãe de Deus ,” he whispered, crossing himself

Joaquim nods. He looks at the mountains. The scars are still there—patches of white, dead pines among the green. But the green is winning. The asphalt melted