Suddenly I found myself running to the biodiversity part of campus, carrying a broken (hence empty) bucket. The sun had set fires on the surrounding hills and was, like a true arsonist, watching the flames crawling their way to campus as the Fire Service members called for help. My testosterone levels never quite met the criteria to join the Fire Service CE (= Community Engagement) so to say, and on top of that, I wasn't wearing a sports-bra. Therefore, also considering my asthma and the rather evident limits of my general physical capability, my participation in saving the campus mostly consisted of handing out water bottles. 'Pani chaie?'. I ended up not fighting any fires. Not even my sunburn.
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