Yesterday an explosion rocked our little village. A fireworks factory in Törökbálint blew up. Ten people were injured; one person was killed. I was in a meeting, and we all heard a sound and thought a bird had hit the window. When we looked out of the window we saw the plume of smoke rising. From our vantage point we thought a plane might have crashed at the local airport, as the runway was in the line of sight between us and the actual explosion.
The event was a big deal here in Budapest. The Prime Minister visited the site and they did an investigation. It turns out that much of the explosives were stored illegally.