My host family’s house is seemingly heated by this giant box that looks like a mini refrigerator that hangs on the wall in the kitchen. The bottom is about six and a half feet off the ground, and it’s maybe three or four feet tall. And it scares the living daylights out of me.
You see this picture? This is fire. Four rows of hot, hot fire. And again, it sits no more than six and a half feet from the ground. It turns on and off, and when it turns on, it makes a kind of torching sound. For whatever reason, it seems like I always find myself standing right below it when it turns on. Meaning, the heater is about six inches away from burning my head off. There’s no real guard or protection, either, except for a few measley bars. Don’t get me wrong, fire is nice - but only when my head is not on the line.
In another vein, I’m also convinced that it’s going to burn the whole place down.
Edited to add: I just heard it turn on. Fortunately, I’m a safe distance away in my room.
