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Coming back from camp today I learn that there has been another construction-related accident at some place near the AYE.
Apparently thousands of steel beams collapsed at the Fusionpolis construction site, again killing people.
In the evening, my mother warns me not to go to the area around Arab Street, because cracks have been found on the shop houses there. In other words, they can collapse anytime.
What if we say all the buildings in Singapore collapse? We’ll become another Hiroshima and Nagasaki without the atomic bomb, or a San Francisco and Kobe without an earthquake.
Today, while standing at the traffic junction outside the Paya Lebar MRT Station, two huge dump trucks rush past me at high speed. As they bounce over the centre of the junction, I feel the tremors coming from the ground. One rumble for each truck.
Scary, isn’t it? Especially if you’ve watched that movie where there were huge gaping holes in the earth under the city, causing the ground to be unsupported and collapse upon the weight of its structures and citizens above.