For the following 4 hours of school we put up with the awful smell and three brief electrical outages (who knows why). After lunch I heard loud banging on the roof over our enclosed balcony-turned school room. I opened the back door and leaped to the middle of the yard lest anything fall on me. Up above us our neighbors were installing a new window which subsequently resulted in huge chunks of brick, mortar and plaster falling onto our roof and crashing to the ground. I yelled up to the workers replacing the window and told them they should put something there to catch these pieces so they don't hit a child. Their explanation was, "It's an old building. What do you expect?" I told them I expected them to make it safe. Chunks remained on the roof which could at anytime fall onto the head of one of my children. After their scoffing, I went off to find the owner of the apartment and talk to him myself. He promised me just 10 more minutes. I asked him to then clean up all the chunks and the ones still on the roof. Which, thankfully, he did.
My friend asked after hearing today's story, "When is your husband coming home?" I replied, "I've been asking myself that same question." Why do we get all the excitement when he's 780km away? Now before any more adrenaline rushes, I'm off to bed.
....Ugh, just had another bad encounter with a different neighbor. Can this day get any worse?
