The Winds of Europa
Holy sheepshit, these winds have been pretty gnarly the past couple of weeks.
My flat's on the top floor of my building, and the sounds howling through the walls and overhead are far more wicked than any Vincent Price movie soundscape. Just a couple of nights ago, I was watching the news report of a girder from the Hauptbahnhof here in Berlin that fell on the steps.... the whole station was evacuated. I ain't the kinda guy to be scared of natural disasters, (I happen to BE one), but after seeing that, it kinda changed the security in my mind of being surrounded by wonderful German architecture and engineering... at least it amde me question the steadfastness of my flat.
So last night, I got to meet my neighbors (I've been in this flat a year and a half, y'know), because as I was carrying my pizza, my Mac, and my Danelectro upstairs, I feel a cool draft coming down the stairwell. Of course when I get to the top, I find that the "Dachfenster" (i don't know the real German word for it), or in English, the "bubble window in the ceiling" in the stairwell has been broken by stones which the wind saw fit to deposit through the plexiglass into a milliion pieces. Well, two of my neighbors, Kai and some other guy, were already on it, at least throwing some plastic sheeting over the hole until the Hausmeister can do the repair, so they didn't require much of my help, (though I'm pretty good at standing there looking astonished).
So, all night, the winds continued to roar and whatnot, and though I couldn't sleep well during it, (rolled a couple of doobs and watched Angie Dickensen lose in head to head Texas Hold 'Em to Jeff Gordon, race car driver), I didn't hear that the "Dachfenster" which provides natural daylight in my hallway had been ripped off by the wind completely.
I finally went to sleep, and woke up at the crack of noon, to wind blowing through my flat, when I made the discovery. By the time I managed to make myself presentable and put on all my jewelry to go downstairs and visit the Hausmeister, they were of course gone.
So now, rather than let the hallway carpet get anymore soaked than it already is, I gotta climb on the fucking roof of this frickin' building and set up my own plastic tarp... doesn't sound fun when you consider the strength of the winds up six-stories high.
If y'all don't see another post from me in a week or so, check the obituaries of "man found splattered on street in Mitte".
Still waiting for a good freeze this winter, but I'm glad it ain't happened yet.
My flat's on the top floor of my building, and the sounds howling through the walls and overhead are far more wicked than any Vincent Price movie soundscape. Just a couple of nights ago, I was watching the news report of a girder from the Hauptbahnhof here in Berlin that fell on the steps.... the whole station was evacuated. I ain't the kinda guy to be scared of natural disasters, (I happen to BE one), but after seeing that, it kinda changed the security in my mind of being surrounded by wonderful German architecture and engineering... at least it amde me question the steadfastness of my flat.
So last night, I got to meet my neighbors (I've been in this flat a year and a half, y'know), because as I was carrying my pizza, my Mac, and my Danelectro upstairs, I feel a cool draft coming down the stairwell. Of course when I get to the top, I find that the "Dachfenster" (i don't know the real German word for it), or in English, the "bubble window in the ceiling" in the stairwell has been broken by stones which the wind saw fit to deposit through the plexiglass into a milliion pieces. Well, two of my neighbors, Kai and some other guy, were already on it, at least throwing some plastic sheeting over the hole until the Hausmeister can do the repair, so they didn't require much of my help, (though I'm pretty good at standing there looking astonished).
So, all night, the winds continued to roar and whatnot, and though I couldn't sleep well during it, (rolled a couple of doobs and watched Angie Dickensen lose in head to head Texas Hold 'Em to Jeff Gordon, race car driver), I didn't hear that the "Dachfenster" which provides natural daylight in my hallway had been ripped off by the wind completely.
I finally went to sleep, and woke up at the crack of noon, to wind blowing through my flat, when I made the discovery. By the time I managed to make myself presentable and put on all my jewelry to go downstairs and visit the Hausmeister, they were of course gone.
So now, rather than let the hallway carpet get anymore soaked than it already is, I gotta climb on the fucking roof of this frickin' building and set up my own plastic tarp... doesn't sound fun when you consider the strength of the winds up six-stories high.
If y'all don't see another post from me in a week or so, check the obituaries of "man found splattered on street in Mitte".
Still waiting for a good freeze this winter, but I'm glad it ain't happened yet.