The firecrackers never really stopped during the night. That's when they lit the large one's, resonating in a deep boom rather than a sharp crack, making it pretty much impossible to sleep through the night even with my head sandwiched between two dense pillows. I suspect it was one fellow walking through the fields on the outskirts of the village, merrily heaving these 3-4 inch bombs throughout the night.
And then when the roosters started their thing before dawn, there was no choice but to start the day.
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