Woke up this morning...
my cat was dead... Nothing quite so bad, luckily, just an irresistable line from an old Nazareth hit that popped up.
Woke up in the middle of the night last night, 3.45am or something like that. Still drowsy, I thought I heard these drunk guys running back and forth below our window screaming "it was me, it was me." Wouldn't be too strange, there's a bar on the next block that sometimes stay open too late and let their customers drink too much, probably because they never have many customers and want to squeeze everything they can out of the few they manage to bring in.
Then Lady D woke up too, and said there's a fire! Get up! A fire? I really was too tired. Waking up now, I listened again and it turned out they really were screaming "Fire!" which to an only semiconscious person sounds just like "It was me!" (shihuole and shiwole).
I went out on the balcony, and it was the ground floor shop in the building behind ours, separated only by a lane a meter and a half wide. Wouldn't take much for the fire to spread across that distance. Being on the second floor, we also got a lot of the smoke in our flat.
Now they were pressing the door bell by the main gate, repeatedly, like crazy. So we got up, dressed, and brought the dog and the case with all our papers that we have prepared in case of a major earthquake and ran down the stairs. The fire brigade made it their pretty quickly, and they managed to restrict the fire, whichj didn't even spread to the second floor of that buidling.
By 4.45am we were back in bed again, I'm glad to say.