Last night, on my to the weekly soccer match with my coworkers, I found out I couldn’t cross the street anymore. More to the point, not unless I gather about half the water from the street in my snickers. With my snickers in my hands, I found places where the water was almost as high as my knees.
What happened? It rained. Maybe it rained a little more and worse than in the past, but some of my coworkers told me that in some areas of the town they saw sewers that were backing up, almost as an artesian well. Big and important streets of the city found themselves covered in minimum 20 cm of water.
From what I heard, a bus got water in it’s engine, a gym was flooded completely, some water got int our company building, drivers that drove their cars until they bumped their cars with another cars, with drivers blinded by the rain.
What I saw: some wheel covers floating, gracefully, on the city waters, a cab-driver with it’s license plate held in place by only one screw and folded under the car, a coworker that lost his license plate.
In this conditions, something is definitely wrong, and I’m not referring at the end of the world. All I’m thinking about is the quality of our public roads and sewers in Oradea. Are they down or is it only in my head?
The silver lining is that the sun finally came out … or I would have been rowing all the way to the job.
As a friend said:
Code Yellow… God damn, it rained …
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August 13th, 2009 at 12:31 PM
“nu pot trece strada fără să-mi intre în adidaşi jumătate din apa de pe stradă. ” Damn, cat porti la adidasi?
Kiddin’ Situatii de genul sunt si la noi, dar aici e ceva la ordinea zilei, ca deja nu mai face nimeni nimic… Bine ca n-a mai plouat de mult asa rau, ca altfel… Dar imi place ca avem niste arhitecti si ingineri inteligenti care au studiat bine terenul inainte sa faca un hotel pe faleza Dunarii si au stiut ca fundatia sau ce-o fi avea nisip sub ea si se poate duce in fiecare an intr-o “Calatorie spre centrul Pamantului”… La o ploaie era sa plece primele scarile, care, pacat de ele, stau asa frumos, in rond, ca scarile unui turn de palat.