There was a big project going on in my company and my colleagues and me were staying in a hotel in Paris for months.

One night, the fire alarm rang and I decided that it could be a real one. So I put on some jeans, a sweater, my trainers, took my passport and my credit card and went out on the aisle. Due to my preparations, I was one of the last on my floor, but that also gave me the chance to see two of my colleagues sneaking out of one room, only wearing very few clothes... I will never forget their faces when they saw me seeing them.

--Anja F., Ratingen