In case of fire

Today I was standing on one of our balconies, looking down on the roof on the house next to ours. That house is approx 12-15 meters below ours, depending on which balcony and which side of the apartment you are at. It is also the only chance of rescue in case of fire. I felt unsure if it was smart to jump to our lowest balcony to close in another couple of meters on the gap for the actual big jump to our aligning house.

Mind you that this extra jump between balconies also puts you a bit out of angle for the rooftop and therefore not a definitive wise decision. Also bare in very clear mind that on this rescue-rooftop, huge metal beams go across it, enabling any fool judgments of angle in your jump a complete and utterly guarantee of early death. Meaning: higher balcony = better angle to the rescue-rooftop, lower balcony = poorer angle, safer distance.

Just now I got out on the balcony to see if the decisions were still intact when Jakob came out too. Told him about my grand rescue-plans – when – magic moment coming up – he told me he had reflected about the exact same thing earlier today. Only he had put a lot of thought on the actual landing. How he would touch ground and do his roll, we were both very much in agreement that the landing + roll was crucial. If you would try to jump a bit further out to avoid the first metal beam, also add a bit of distance in the jump, or go straighter down and try to catch the gap before the beam. This we were not so much in agreement of. He would go for the first gap and I would jump to the second, much larger gap and avoid being snubbed from safety by a freaking metal beam that would most certainly hit you in your roll. Realized we wouldn’t agree on this so we both went back inside again.

Now only 24 minutes between my grand early-bed plans and forgetting to press ‘start’ on the drier, and most recently the washing machine.