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Frantic Hebrew shouts filled the early morning air, and smoke crept into my lungs. The shouts increased in volume until they arrived at my door and pulled me from my bed. All I could understand was "Fire." Fire. Fire. I snapped awake and saw the thick haze hanging in my flat. We were rushed down the stair and out. Out into the could mountain morning. We waited. And huddled for warmth and all was chaos. Three sooty firemen were the only ones who treated us with any civility. They had rough faces and kind eyes. But then again I wouldn't know, none of this took place in a tongue familiar to me. For all I know it could have been more rockets launched from the North arriving at my doorstep. 

It happens to some. 

This life is so fleeting.