Again? Yes again. It must be a fire. My sense of smell has let me down before. I turn to the other corner It's true, a house burn, five floors, solid, old and wood. Below a pizzeria, above office and then flats. It's burning well. Thank God, that he send me this fire - It is not very cool to be a nosey bastard. That it is burning under a midday sun is a bit daft though. It's more aesthetic watching a house burning down in the dark. It's great away. Stop and stare. A bunch of fireman get to work, waste vast quantities of foam and water even though there doesn't seem to be anything worth to save. The blaze started in the kitchens and has now reached the fourth floor - excellent! How the heat scolds the skin - excellent! There, a policeman, just as bored as the others, the windows explode on the fourth floor, fucking amazing! At least there used to be reporters there, following the events enthusiasticly, taking photos an asking questions. Today nobody turns a blind eye. A fireman looks at his watch - philistine! CRUSH! Now the roof's gone. A car stops and the window wound down. A tired face eyes the charred restaurant. Here's nothing more to eat, right? The car departs. I'm off, too. I've got a date. The fourth fire this month.