Last night at about 4 a.m. we were awoken by the sound of sirens much closer than we were used to (you always hear sirens in the background when you live in a city). Lifting up our persiana curtains, we could see two fire trucks parked on the street below our window, and firefighters milling about. The thing was, there was no fire to be seen. They were investigating a garage door at a building across the street with black soot marks on it, but we never saw any smoke. After watching them for a few minutes and observing nothing more exciting than our nightrobed neighbors poking their heads out their windows, we went back to bed.
Even though nothing happened, it is a little unnerving to think about a fire when you're live in a high-rise.
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