We were having a nice family get together at a bar beside the lake, enjoying the sunny afternoon.
And then my father got a call from a security guard at one of the big buildings in Canberra’s Parliamentary Zone: fire alarms are going off, and the fire engines are on their way.
My father (and his company) manages the building, and they have been renovating it (it’s a HUGE building) for the past year, so it was not the news anybody wanted to hear!
When my parents lived in India, he flew up to Delhi and people flew in from Australia to inspect a building. And when my father arrived the whole place was in the process of burning to the ground. The fire department didn’t have ladders high enough to reach the flames. It made the front page of The Times of India the next day.
He called another manager, who was in transit in Singapore, and said to not bother coming because the building burnt down. Of course he didn’t believe it!
Here in Canberra, luckily we were only a two-minute drive from the building, so we dropped by to see what was going on.
We still aren’t sure what the problem is. Maybe a false alarm. Maybe not…
No idea why the shot from the car looks so crooked! That’s my father, leaving his conversation with the fire department – where they still didn’t know what was going on.