drip drip drip…
I’m not a happy camper right now. My hometown does look quaint with all that water flowing where it shouldn’t, turning the Schwanenplatz into a square where swans actually do swim:
(Picture: Keystone, from Tages-Anzeiger Zurich.)
But the floods also went all the way down to the basement at my brother’s place where I kept parts of my library, and it’s all gone: notebooks, letters, photographs from trips to the Middle East in the early 1990s, my notes from university, and a few hundred books. I’m getting Zen about it because that’s the only thing one can do, but happy I ain’t.
Happier than my brother though, whose entire lower floor has also been flooded. He and his family will have to live upstairs for a month or two while the renovations get underway. It sucks.
