That night I woke up suddenly — my bed was on fire. I heard people outside shouting, 'Fire! Fire!' Our
house was burning! I, my wife and our servant were lucky to escape. We stood and watched as the house
burned down to the ground.
There was nothing left of the building the next morning. All the walls fell down during the night, except
one - a wall in the middle of the house. I realized why this wall did not burn: because there was new
plaster on it. The plaster was still quite wet.