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The fire begun shortly after 3am. First, the park went unnoticed, which was hidden for the evening and the house behind a strong and confused wall of the hedge is closed. Leaving main headers the warning enclose a recent pair, their way house behind the iron setting the park in on, after the weak glowing LG1-respects through, the trees for decreasing had LG1-respected and a Umberscheinwerfer on the low clouds to throw above. Fire-brigade were within quarterly hours, two machines, which pull up to the edge of the realising park before them, to need there the keys, in order to receive by the gates. The call was formed, but, while they watched out the glowing within the park long and stated, which breathes deeply, and increasing with each new inhalation, them that they could not wait and the catch of obligation were. It took hours, in order to get the flame under control, by their point the house, which was confessed there, thus long it to the native ones practically invisibly, on worthless staff scattering the karbonisierten posts and the still smoldering Hillock of the black one and the ruined arrears had been reduced was. Those had high and heavy hedge and scattered trees, which had for so for a long time her from the opinion shielded, also suffered; wiped out, stumps hardly even Jutting out of the beds of ashes. Everything, the position in the narrow woodland was left, was the remnants of a hard coal shelter, to that probably for a long time the fire had before collapsed and the knotige and rusty framework of a bicycle, that above against it propped. The Feuerwehrmanner congratulated itself, contents that they the flame before it had reached, to surrounding leaves to jump had contained. The entire park could have been in the danger. The remnants of the house were not looked for, to have been through again and again raked, but there looked, which occupy it at the time of the fire. The old man came briefly before dawn and confessed on fray to the activity around the remnants, his hands on, which were clasped before him, mouth the forehead runzelnd in his nest of a beard. The black Veloursleder of its waistcoat attachment-leaking, and its trousers tulips were jagged with mud. Murmuring too, he walked around the edge, behind the machines, stepped at the branches and shakes its head. Occasionally it would look back on the remnants of the house volatilely and its face as if in the concentration would crumple. It looked over its shoulder and seemed to pursue back a line of, where the house should have been to another point, one point on the other side of the way, by the trees and under a roofing of the fading density. The old man caught on to go, his step light on gravel and over here on to the grass. Setting a hand against the next tree to become in order to strengthen, a hand rotated in such a way that it seemed nearly, a part of the Barke it looked into the Gestrüpp. Dust grains of something - bloom dust? - floated before his face, separation and it placed before itself that for one second he possibly saw the illustrations, a half dozen and behind the strong trunks withdrew, which surround this small cleaning. There was a clay/tone, the worked on respiration, possibly a small animal…
