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Okay, so, the people who work at my country's electric power company have decided to go on a strike.
Which means that they have been cutting the power off over the entire city for hours on end since yesterday.
(I bet it's symbolic. Something about proving a point. Or something.)
Aaaanyway, so tonight I had a chemistry lesson, as always, nothing new, got ready, got outside, and....
...Well.
Let me just tell you that there is nothing more surreal than walking on the street at 8 pm when everything is pitch black except from the lights coming from the cars, with some people walking around with flashhlights and/or their cellphones and others sitting on abandoned coffee shop tables using those decorative candles.
(...It's kinda scary when you realise how much we rely on electricity. I mean, the entire district was in disarray, with no traffic lights and no shops and all that.)
So I got to school, and there were a lot of students waiting outside (no teachers or secretary in sight) waiting and talking and some even brought beer from god knows where, and it was kinda fun, actually. :D I even met an old friend whom I haven't been able to see in ages cause we have different schedules, and we finally had a chance to catch up. :D
I only stayed for half an hour and then left, because, honestly? I really, really wasn't in the mood for chemistry. :P I don't care if the power comes up eventually. I still have an excuse, kinda. :)
So how am I typing this you ask?
Somehow, miraculously, our building has escaped the wrath of The People Who Work At The Only Electrical Company Of This Damn City, and we still have electricity. :D:D:D But shush! Don't jinx it!!
And apparently, this strike is going to continue for at least a week. Hmm.... Might become troublesome......
(The one thing that is currently exceedingly troublesome is that my mom forbids me from using the elevator in case it gets stuck, so I have to use the stairs. Have I mentioned that our apartment is on the sixth floor? Have I also mentioned that I'm the farthest thing from athletic? By the time I reach the door I'm a wobbly, out of breath puddle of goo. XP )