As a kid I always tried to imagine what it would be like if someone
could drain out all the waters from a lake or the sea. Now I know.
The floods are now completely dried out; leaving behind a thin line
that separates the horizon into two; The lower part turned brown,
monochrome and dusty, 40 days of water stagnation, washed away all
the colors from everything that was below the water surface, whereas
the colors remained vivid above it, creating a gloomy contrast, as if
some untalented artist took the world and edited it in Photoshop.
I still can’t really grasp the idea that we are victims of a nature
disaster, maybe it’s because that these are things that usually
affect the evening news, or maybe because we are lucky enough not to
lose anything that money and time can’t buy.
The recovery process is slow and tiresome, we are lucky though to be
a strong team. Having Ploy, our maid, to our side is a huge
advantage. She played magic on the house, and after couple of months
of endless cleaning job, we were ready to start the painting of the
ground level and to put things back to their place.
We elected for DIY approach. Professional constructors are in high
demand these days and are hard to negotiate with. I know how to
paint, my father taught me and I admit that I do it quite well as
well, I only forgot that I was in my twenties when I last held a
brush. So It took me 2 weeks to complete the painting job of the
lower floor, and when I was done Ton stepped in to set up the office
network and he cheerfully announced “Houston we are back” when he
Thank you for being there for us