when I was a kid, my friend in the yard, Lubim, showed me a building in which he said there were gas pipes that went to all the houses. he told me never to set fire to anything there, no matches, no lighters, nothing, because if I did, the whole town would explode. until that day, this building had no meaning for me and I was never interested in what was inside. after that day, I passed by it every day. to the left of it was a chicken coop and to the right was a pigeon house. often children played there. my daily mission was to pass on the knowledge I received from Lubim to these children. they laughed at me and said I was a fool, and I took matches and lighters from them. sometimes we had to fight. Lubim moved away, and I went to this building, sat for hours and guarded it from the children. I do not remember when or why I stopped doing this, but I remember a lot of gas pipes.