The Middle of the Night

The fire alarm went off in the middle of the night. I remember this happening once when we were here before, but good hell that thing is loud! So we had to get dressed and make our way down into the courtyard. It took the fire department quite some time to come, so we just chatted with some of the English students who are living here. One girl said that it's usually someone who's drunk that sets off the alarm. After about 45 minutes, we were able to go back inside. This time, someone had set it off while cooking. The manager of our flats did not look happy, nor did the firemen. I didn't like being woken up, but it was kinda fun to be standing in pajamas outside in the middle of the night staring at a building that was obviously not on fire.