... we don't even bother to run out anymore, agent. it's useless.
My collegue had the gut to say it in front of a whole squad of firefighters, but we all think it, we all know it.
We didn't bother to run out when we had earthquakes, few months ago.
Today there has just been a fake fire alarm ringing in the building where I work. There was nobody around but the ladies who take care of cleaning the place, so they called the firefighters and they came - very fast. See - I work in a university department, chemistry. teaching and researching and all that jazz. We have classrooms, but also labs, and many dangerous instruments, items, and so on. The place is old, we all know that, and there are no enough money from the government to keep it really safe.
We keep on working, because there's nothing else to do. no work, no money, you know.
It's ok. It's fine. Everyone of us knows it. Maybe not the neighbours of the houses in front of the building - they might not know that, if something blows up here really bad, they'll be gone with us all without even having the time to say 'what the fuck'.
But what shook me a little has been the quiet, calm resignation my collegue's voice had while speaking to the firefighter.
You're not expected to go to work every morning, knowing that if something happen you're so far from the next safe exit that it doesn't even worth a try to run like hell for your own life.
My parents didn't. My friends don't. There's always a safe exit near, you don't need to worry about anything but running away.
I'm back again to my desk, after a good cappuccino. I just thought, after having spoken with the firefighters, after having silenced the fake alarm because there was nobody else but me around who could do it, that if I had to die this morning, it was better passing away with something sweet and warm, sitting in a nice cafè, than at my desk at the 6th floor.
Even if... I can see mountains from here, from my windows at the 6th floor.
they're wonderful. sun is rising, and makes the snow shining with pink, and red, and blueish shades were the mountains aren't reached by its rays, and still lay in shadows.
If I'd to die here, second choice would be 6th floor, in winter. when you can see the mountains. next best thing after a good cappuccino.