Given my numerous skills, they asked me <br />what kind of profession do I choose, <br />with what salary, in which working period, <br />et cetera, et cetera… <br /> <br />While I was sleeping during the night, <br />I felt that my angel woke me up and said: <br /> <br />'When you left, I told them the truth. <br />I declared, for your part, that <br />your soul orders you to become: <br /> <br />The Chief of Fire Fighting Force of Alexandria <br />with power, shouting out, ordering combat of fire <br />in that day of the disgraceful conflagration, <br /> <br />or, at least, an ordinary fire fighter, <br />with a heart like a pump made of steel, <br />with fireproof hand-palms <br /> <br />or, after all, a teacher with his pupils <br />of that school near the Library of Alexandria <br />who happened to water the gardens and saw the fire <br />and then run breathless with buckets in hands <br />to combat and save in advance…” <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© JosephJosephides<br /><br />Joseph S. Josephides<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conflagration-library-of-alexandria/
