It was definitely the day under the sign of elemental fire. Started from the morning burnt milk during pasteurization. Not that right away to death, but a little bit. Yes it is, how does a few things at once. And hurry up that Saturday morning, really, because the court waited for a lot of work with age-grubbing thickets on the east wall. Because the North, strong and cold wind, there was no fire burning, but the cutting and dismantling of all the trunks, branches, and so ostrężyn absorbs a lot of time. We also know that this is not a job for one day.
submitted to the pile of branches waiting for a windless day
When the evening we went to psiakami the tramp, this time we went a different route than most of our emerytkami walks. Because I wanted to go into the woods, and not through the village. If we went, as usual, wdepnęlibyśmy in the middle of Armageddon.
Returning from the woods, I saw on the horizon, over our home, a streak of dark smoke.
- Is it so our chimney Kopci? - asked the peasant.
- have not smoked in the oven .
Dark smoke nothing like giving a sense of security of white smoke from the chimney.
God, probably until the sclerosis does not have and did not leave anything in the kitchen? -thought, and tried to speed up the return. Unfortunately, I ran with him noble 12-year Triss, who just does not like to go back home, because it means the end of the walk. Because of her advanced age, I never know whether its laws on the way back, it is a fad, or I just come down from fatigue, if you chase it a bit. Dragged so with the soul of the shoulder.
- think S would not be so stupid to burn fire in the wind? - I wondered out loud, thinking of the nearest neighbor.
- And who knows him there?
The more we approached the house, the smoke grew pale and seemed smaller, and finally ceased to be visible. It's probably a further neighbor-settler with lit branches in the garden.
When a 18-fed the dogs and all dressed up in a household light clothes, with a view to ending the working day and going out for a deserved thrashing flies, I heard crying Peasant.
- Grab your camera, fly to Z, see what is going on there!
I do not even have to talk about what is happening there. Memories of smoke and the direction from which it came, suggested a-fire with Z.
ran uphill, if breathless, wondering what I mean even the smallest fire in the face of this horrible wind? Burning house, fields, or threaten us, or come to the nearest neighbor's house wooden przysłupowego? 
found that burned a shed roof landed on the dry wood and a tin garage, or rather its contents. Fortunately, the car managed to move out before the garage is finished. The crib was burning a few yards from the house-beautifully decorated in colonial style habitat. North winds directed toward the flames visible way, and watched the firemen to the fire did not go sideways.
this occasion, arouses the imagination, the situation came to light that the village is in no way be protected from fire. Question about a fire hydrant firefighters raised a smile of pity, "Sir, there is no water here." I learned also that the tank fire, which theoretically exists, in fact, is dry and the trees grow in it. In case of fire in one of our wooden houses, we have no chance to save his property. I do not know whether this normal situation?
Firefighters went to fetch water located a few miles away Bożkowic.
lali And so the guys at midnight bożkowickiego water lakes, all the way from the crib to be simply a pile of ashes.
origins of the fire is unknown. The official version says that the next crib, based on dry wood, have glass windows. Unofficial version is not. Nobody saw nothing, including the owner. No one will be on this special wondered whether we
:-) I guess that will be a new fire, then it gets dangerous.
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