I’ve adopted a habit of taking a walk during my lunch break, both to flex some muscles and to clear my mind. This Friday’s not an exception, only instead of an uneventful walk by the river while finalizing some Easter weekend plans over the phone with my friend, when I crossed the bridge, I’ve looked back and up, and I’ve almost dropped my phone mid sentence – this is what I’ve seen across the river: Mindaugas’ apartment and office building’s roof was on fire, with bright orange flames climbing higher and higher with every gust of fresh wind. Moments later a number of fire engines with their sirens wailing loud and clear rushed to the building. Hopefully, all the damages over there are to the property only.
While I had to get going, I kept glancing back at the black column of smoke rising high above the city, and for the second time this day I almost dropped – no, not my phone this time – my jaw open in disbelief. While the roof on one side of the building was being consumed by flames, a group of persons walked out to their balcony and started… SMOKING! As if there was no fire in their building at all, as if the fire was somewhere far far away. And they seemed so unconcerned and oblivious of what was happening and why there were so many firemen around their building, that this whole picture seemed totally surreal and dreamlike to me.
P.S. And have a nice Easter weekend.