My Father looking at the setting sun; Walter Höllien; he will always be loved. 1921-2000 R.I.P.
In 2000 [three days after I laid my Father to rest] there was a fire in the apartment above mine. I told the Fire Chief that there were a lot of valuable paintings inside my apartment. Some firemen went in and put plastic sheets on my paintings. A huge explosion rocked the top [the water heater exploded] it looked like a Kamikazee hit my place. I watched as everything I owned was going to go up in smoke. As I stood next to the Fire Chief I yelled "In the name of God stop" 3 seconds later the fridge upstairs blew out all the windows and the wind came in and put out the fire. The Fire Chief said "Wow" and looked at me.
My friend Philip helped me get my paintings out of my apartment within an hour or so afterwards. Only had limited water damage...lost books mainly.
