Saturday afternoon, 16 clock.
The anticipation of the garden party this evening rises with jasmine.
Timo is already there with his thoughts.
All his friends and colleagues will pass.
Even people who are not so often sees. The shrill beep of his
detector Timo brings back to reality.
"Application for Truck Breinach, building fire, presumably in the person object" hear the announcement.
On the way to the garden shed gives way to the anticipation of disappointment that even this party will again take place without him.
What to tell the others? Why must that always happen on those days?
But this idea he pushed right back, somewhere someone out there needs help.
And that's their job.
The first departure puts aus.Timo sits on the TLF.
The first group is gearing up to the directions already made with breathing protection.
Timo gasp as the voice of the dispatcher is heard from the speaker of the radio. "Using agency Hauptstraße 5, the local children's home, probably still individuals within a building.
" The emergency vehicle turns with special rights in the main street have before unassuming house with the number 5 is already a lot of gathered onlookers.
From the windows of the upper floor penetrates thick smoke.
The first attack group, which also belongs to Timothy, paved his way into the already heavily smoky stairwell.
in mind always the thought of the little guy who, according to the police in the house should be.
The time flies by.
Every train from the SCBA increases the fear not to find the little time.
The pressure gauge gives a maximum of five minutes.
But none of the four comrades in the house will go on the idea in his head, not to find him.
The smoke and the heat is unbearable.
Visibility is zero, Timo remains is his sense of touch.
loud whistle of the pressure gauge indicates that the need to take four immediate withdrawal. The fear
to have lost this race is painful, and makes helpless.
Timo's left hand palpated but suddenly this little body.
How naturally he takes him in her arms and pressed him the second mask over his face.
The way out of the building end to not fail.
seconds in front of him come like hours.
The small body shows no signs of life. At the entrance
Timo and the other will have received the first fellow.
He weighs the small lifeless body in itself, as it were his own son.
ambulance waiting on the paramedics and the emergency doctor on the small and start immediately with the initial measures.
Timo is still in front of RTW and stares at the closed door.
The exhaustion and fatigue have written to him in the face.
held this indescribable feeling of happiness, the little ones in the arm to have to be displaced by mere fear.
The fear of being perhaps too late.
In Timo's subconscious urges again the same question, as at noon.
Why do you do that? Why fire? Why do you mutest you to it? Why You?
The time seems to fly up to the moment in which opens the door of the ambulance.
The paramedic, who Timo took the child from the same arm sees him still stand in the place.
It seems that the fear and uncertainty to have noticed.
Through his thumb movement, and its friendly Smile, he seems to Timothy, the good news reported. This moment brought
Timo goosebumps all over.
The time now seems to stand still. It is this moment all his questions answered at once.
Any use, every minute that you might have otherwise used to use, has now got a meaning.
The constant questions from friends and relatives, "Why do you do it really voluntary?" has now forever a concrete answer!
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