Here is the account of the fire that started in our neighborhood.
It boggles my mind to think of how in that pandemonium this woman could find our home. I always wondered who that woman in "high hills" could have been. Perhaps she was an administrator at the fire department and most probably she was driven in a car, because our streets were too steep to walk with high heels.
With my calculation, from the minute I had arrived home and taken my shower, to the minute that the woman showed up at our door, could not have exceeded more than 30 minutes. In that short period of time our neighborhood had become an inferno.
A few houses down, I saw a neighbor, putting their paintings in the car to save them. Their house got a major fire damage but they saved the paintings. That's all I remember leaving the neighborhood.