De dagen hebben zich ontwikkeld tot gratis sauna’s. De temperatuur stijgt to 33 graden Celsius. Nu zult u mij niet horen klagen, maar ik vond het *wel* enigszins vermoeiend en ook zweterig, om twintig potten en manden met bloemen, sommige behoorlijk groot, te moeten vervoeren van de openbare galerij naar mijn balkon, aan de achterzijde van de flet. Dat was gisteravond, rond tien uur. Enigszins minder heet maar toch…
De rest van de vertaling volgt vanavond, ik moet nu foto’s nemen.
The days have developed into free saunas. Temperatures rise to 33 centigrade. Now you won’t hear me complaining, but I *did* find it a trifle wearisome and also sweaty, to transport some twenty pots and baskets, containing flowers, some of them really big, from the public gallery to my balcony, at the back of my apartment. That was yesterday night, at ten. Slightly less hot but still…
Workmen, equipped with pressure instruments and other hellish gear, will be over tomorrow to clean the gallery. Actually I do not see a reason, it looks in good order. Oh well, maintenance companies have their own laws I guess.
So now my little balcony literally is a sea of blooming geraniums! And the healthiest spot in the flat, for sure.
I will not say I am waiting for the news, but seriously, reading about someone’s dangerous hobbies does make you wonder whether their days are counted. A certain Angela Nikolau scales skyscrapers and cranes, in short anything ultra high to make selfies once on top. Or back flips on ledges twice the width of her own waist. I always wonder how they manage to even access those buildings and cranes – building sites are usually safe guarded with electronic security systems. At least here in Holland. Anyway, she and the rest of her kind, in that she is not unique, are “officially” called “rooftoppers”. Well, as I said, our thoughts inadvertently switch to the news of their “roof down” . The Net tells me that a number of “teens” have already made the world witness their demise from impossible places.
A quick search on the Net, for intelligence about the ways and means to access their potential coffins, leads me to the hints and tips of an experience “roofer”. You need to convince any security people you may bump into of the legitimacy of your action, you need to always be friendly and peaceful and in the event you have no permission and are caught in the act: “run” if possible or else be submissive and again, “peaceful”. One question: how are you supposed to run… on a crane, a ledge, a platform measuring 1 by 1 meter?
But maybe I am not understanding. Possibly.