Our livingroom filled with water and me trying to save the essentials.
Last night when we where all relaxing and doing nothing, Iben (Danish roomie) came running and screaming out of her room which was filled with water. From underneath the main entrance the water was pushed in like from a high pressure hose. It took a few minutes and our living room and rooms were covered in 30 cm of dirty water.
We tried to cover the opening under the door with towels, but
realised pretty soon that was hopeless. All we could do was to save our stuff, call our landlord and wait. Lucky we had the upstairs area that was dry.
Andrew and Pooya trying to unblock the drain.
After an hour or so the water went back and we could look at the damages and start cleaning. Oh lord, what a mess! All the floors were covered in mud, leaves and what else that should normally be outside.
The floors on our rooms were floating and the smell...well, I guess you all know the smell of sewage.
It took us a few hours and at least the mud was gone, but now we are just hoping for new floors. It seems like the standard here, or the lack of standard, is much, much, much lower than Scandinavian countries.
The "flood victims".
A few days later:
But as a "plaster paa saaret" our landlord gave us a nice card and four bottles of wine today. He is the best landlord so far.
Today we finally "moved" into the rooms for the second time. It's still a bit messy, but its good to move out of the suitcase.
Take care,
Ida
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