I remember, as a child, to follow the news of and act on indiscriminate savagery committed against 13 Italian Air Force Aviators, for just flying in and deliver aid for a needy population. It was 1961, I was barely 10 years old, I didn't even know where in Africa the Congo was... In the past few days, this long forgotten sad memory has been re awakened by reading of another atrocity committed, in the same nation, against 2 of my countrymen. It brings one to think, what is the point in trying to help people that do not want to be helped? R.I.P.
I have been to the Congo. Well, the river. I crewed changed on a boat leaving the mouth of the Congo. I was very sea sick.
R.I.P. Luca Attanasio Sadly, the rule books have to be ignored in that part of the world. Life can be very cheap all along the west coast of Africa and sometimes nothing makes any sense there.
Must be a munitions explosion as it was near a military base: https://www.dw.com/en/equatorial-guineas-largest-city-bata-rocked-by-explosions/a-56800173
It is a very strange country, geographically speaking. The capital, Malabo is on the island of Bioko which is quite a distance away from the mainland. The island is very close to Cameroun and the country has oil reserves.
The nitroglycerin must have started sweating in the heat and humidity, making it unstable and prone to explode at the smallest knock... probably also very old stock
I was talking about Equatorial Guinea and not Congo, John. Look at Google Maps and see where the capital, Malabo, is