Fire In The Hotel

Last night (which is actually still going on, can't sleep) there was a fire alert in the hotel where I am staying in Oulu.



It turned out to be a 'Cry Wolf'-warning but still. When you wake up in a strange place because of a strange noice and gradually understand that it is not the phone nor your wake-up call, it is scary. I put some clothes on and ran down the emergency stairs to the street. Lycky it was a false alarm because in next ten minutes maybe only some fifteen people had come down! The firemen found out that the reason was something trivial in the hotel restaurant's kitchen. Made me think of my life and life as a rule again.

"Life is like a library owned by the author.
In it are a few books which he wrote himself,
but most of them were written for him."
Harry Emerson Fosdick