The second street behind the corner It's burning, they say, People died. Children are crying, burning alive. "Would you like some more tea, honey" I remember that I don't live there I shall continue drinking my tea. "That's so sad" I looked out of the windows There were some grayish clouds Then, had another sip of my second cup When the doorbell rang, I got up to open It was my neighbour, we sat across eachother Chatted about it, about our lives, she talked how her husband was stingy, I told her how my youngest son wouldn't do his homework then it had been hours until we had realised that it was almost midnight, it was dark outside... No! It was the fire reached our door! It was our turn, It was our fault!