The wall

It's 2:22 in the middle of the night and I will soon go to bed.
I've been thinking about what can happen if the wall collapse while we are sleeping. From the street our bedroom maybe would look like a doll house. I don't think the bed will fall down but one of the walls in the bedroom is the same as the one that is most warped in the bathroom so we probably will loose that wall.
The tiles on that wall were making noise earlier tonight, when I was in the bathroom doing the make up, and I don't feel safe. It's still strong calima winds outside and a lot of sand and dust whirl around. Calima is a kind of sand storm that comes from the desert of Sahara and it brings a lot of sand and high temperatures to the canary islands. Often it lasts for three days and we get many calimas here every year. This calima has been going on for two days so far. The temperature is now in the middle of the night + 24 degrees.
Clas has inspected all the walls and to all appearances it looks like there are loose tiles on all of them! When he knocked on them carefully you could hear there's air behind them. But one peculiar wall is in very bad shape.
He thinks it's the pillar in the corner that has given way. He say the worst thing that can happen is if the wall is collapsing while he is sitting on the toilet, because then he maybe fall down to the restaurant under us with his under pants down at the knees. He thinks that wouldn't be fun, specially if somebody is there eating. He can make jokes about everything.