Evelyn Jones: the meter-high flames knocked out through a window

I woke up with a jolt. It was three in the morning, and the family, the Welsh Springer Spaniel attackskällde on me.

I was 18 years old, at home in the apartment with just my older brother and the dog that now stood at my bed and ylade. Felt a pungent smell of smoke, at the same time as the dog stirred towards the door. I found no fire in our apartment and decided that it was the dog who needed to pee. As the calm and rational person I am in a possible crisis situation, I chose not to wake up my brother and, instead, to take the stairs ride the elevator down to the gate to go out in the smell.

meter-high flames knocked out through a window at the top of the building next door. I heard brandbilarnas sirens. Then, I woke my brother. And became afraid.

We stood in the playground outside, I my brother, the stissiga the dog and the neighbors from our apartment building. In an hour we looked at how the firemen fought against the flames. A person died in the fire that night.

The night started well my great fear for fire.

a lot during the fifteen years that have passed, but I am still incredibly shaken by the pictures of burning buses on the Centralbron, forests in Valleys or apartments in Märsta. Or, as now, a scepter that fall in the flames at Notre Dame. I also have an incredible fascination with, and respect, for the firefighters who – instead of that, that I, take the lift out and risk missing out on bringing his brother – goes into the fire and manage to save both the people and the house. So I understand that parisians sing their praises.

Evelyn Jones is a reporter at the DN and find the Welsh Springer Spaniel is the world's finest dog.