Yet, in the midst of it all, when the »witch« started to scream (ground mouse fireworks hidden in the bonfire), and hundreds of us stood by the fire, singing, and admiring this midsummer tradition, I couldn't help but think of all those poor women, midwives, self-thinkers who ended their days here, not that long ago in history. Screaming for real. My heart sank a little.
Sorry. A fest it was. The summer night was bright and warm, and the bonfire was beautiful.