Around 8:30 in the morning I was awakened by the sound of the local information system. I shook my man next to me:
“Wake up. Something wrong.”
I got up and went to the window. It was raining heavily outside. Just like the last few days.
A woman’s voice on the radio informed us about the declaration of level 2 flood activity, i.e. the state of emergency in our city. It is when the water is still in the riverbeds and does no harm, but there is a serious risk of spillage.
“Be extra careful, pack your evacuation luggage, food, drink, documents and valuables. Give the children some toys and tag them with their information. Connect with your acquaintances outside of the crisis zone and stay connected. Secure your homes and property, consider where you place pets…”
It sounded crazy and you really didn’t want to hear it. So many unhappy people again. There was a moment of silence and the system started to sound again. This time he already warned of the impending 3rd degree. And as if nature heard it, she added more. The rain intensified and in a few minutes the information system sounded for the last time. This time it was a man who announced the 3rd degree – a state of danger and the necessity to evacuate the inhabitants of some parts of the city. Among them is the one where we lived before the children were born.
From that moment on, I just followed the website of our city, where more and more closed streets appear. Public transport runs in a limited mode and uses detour routes. My husband might not make it to work tomorrow.
We live on a hill. There are few houses here, it is a housing estate. You don’t have the opportunity to live in a house here, but at times like this I feel grateful for our rabbit hutch. Apparently, the warning does not particularly concern us, but I have always been deeply touched by everything that causes people fear, sadness, despair… I feel for them and feel sorry that they have to experience something like this.
Exactly an hour ago, a hopeful message appeared on the city’s website that the rain is stopping and the level of the local Dřevnice river, which flows into the Morava behind Otrokovice, is expected to drop. But that didn’t happen. It’s still raining, but it’s slowly clearing up. I wish that was all.
On the one hand it’s terrible, on the other it’s just water. It’s not a war. We should all be thankful for that.
