was yesterday evening. Etel was already asleep. I was watching television when I smelled a burning smell. I toured the apartment, without finding anything suspicious. I sat on the couch. Seconds. Vain gods, it smelled too strong burned. I opened the door. Dense smoke had invaded the landing. I closed the door without really knowing what to do, went to wake Etel, have prepared an evacuation.
I opened the door. I heard voices, but saw nothing. As if there were people on the floor, struggling against the smoke. With the doors open on one side and the other, and the current of air, smoke began to dissipate. And they began to distinguish someone, then another and another.
Meanwhile, the guard was mounted, had used fire extinguishers in the apartment across the way where a fire started in the kitchen. For once only, the daughter of our neighbors had left a pan of water on the fire while she was taking a shower. A shower which had to last long.
After a few minutes we were already a dozen to see the damage in the kitchen and onto the landing. The soot formed as cobwebs in all corners of the ceilings, blackened.
Roseana crying, angry with himself for having forgotten the pan. Everyone was quick to console her. Back of the sauna, neighbors who had moved the same day, returning from their honeymoon, have asked for a moment they set foot in buying here. The presentations were made quickly. A neighbor of an upper floor has identified a common knowledge in Minas Gerais.
The women armed with brooms and started cleaning the apartment on fire. On the landing, we, men, we have simply comment, invoking the divine benevolence, to discuss the need to organize training in the use of fire extinguishers.
Finally, the evening ended well. Two firefighters have verified that there was no risk. We went to bed alone, large windows open to vent the heady smell smoky, thinking of the small community formed by the inhabitants of this building, not always agree, but secured the decisive moment.
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