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We're getting a hurricane.

Hamburg will be drowned; at least the first people in the German speaking blogosphere are babbling about evacuations.

There used to be these catacombs of basements near the harbour where the street goes up to the whore houses, where the sailors used to sell some souvenirs from far countries before walking up to the aforementioned establishments. We visited there, were very impressed by the sheer impressive value of the haphazard ethnological museum, and I still remember the screen I didn't buy because it would have been too hard to get back to Munich.

Tonight, it'll all be drownded, unless there's some sort of last-minute miracle.

The storm is upon us

It is really serious now - even according to the BBC (in English). And Spiegel Online, of course (in German).

At least I made it home; I cuddle my cat and hope for the best. But I'm rather scared of the cranes that the building site orcs use. It towers over us, and if we are very unlucky, we will be Tower'ed. The Metropolitans claim if it falls, it will fall into the front row of houses, not on ours. And if we are really lucky, and Tower is on our side (so to speak), it will fall into the house that the building site orcs have been 'renovating'. That would mean they'd most likely go bankrupt; they must be stretched thinly as it is.

So. Life remains interesting, but Lucifer's sleeping nevertheless.