The crackle and spit are enough to wake anyone from sleep, let alone someone who has been through this devastation before. He wakes with a start and looks about the room. It is still dark though the beginnings for daylight are underway. He must have slept late. The ribbons of grey arrive to his nose long before his eyes spot them. It is what he feared. The smoke announces above the shouting voices that there is yet another fire. What works of art will be in this one? He walks to the window to see. Stacks and stacks of paintings, artwork, books and rolled up paper are stoked in the…