So, it’s 9pm now. Tomorrow is school again. My parents are back and doing stuff in the house. I am sitting (alone) in the living room. Yes I have an own room but there I feel really alone, because I don’t see anyone nor hear anyone. Here I am in the center of life. Fortunately we have a house not a flat. The ground where my parents let it build 11 years ago belonged to my grandmother. She gave it to us. The house has a basement, a ground and first floor and a little attic to whom you only get with a ladder. The attic is so tiny nobody is able to stand upright. We store cardboard boxes there. Last Juli we needed some of them unfortunately. Our basement got flooded because of too much rain and stones which deposited and blocked the street and rerouted the water (we live on a hillside) from above to our front yard. It got so much water that the basement windows broke and the whole water got in our basement. Everything was destroyed. There were e.g. a washing machine, a dryer, two computers, a refrigator, a wardrobe with special clothes like the wedding dress of my mother or my dress from my confirmation two years ago. We stored there many pictures too. Thank god it was not winter because our rabbit Goldie lives there in winter, it’s too cold for her outside then. She would have been drowned. So no human or animal got harmed. This reminds me at the moment when I took pictures of this accident and a frog jumped at me. I was really shocked and it was really disgusting so I shouted really loud. It was really yukky. We had to rip out the floor and the wallpaper. It was really much work because before we were able to start with this we had to pump the water out of the basement and clear it up. This two things took one whole week and without our nice neighbors it would have taken much longer. Fortunately I was allowed to stay at home and help my parents. It was really exhausting. We bought a car shortly before the incident so we hadn’t got much money for renovating the basement. Our basement is still not finished. But that is not as bad as it sounds. Normality returned already. We only hope this will never happen again!
Ok back to my topic. I feel very alone in my room because it is in the first floor like the bedroom of my parents and the one of my sister. My father is in the basement. There he works at his computer in his office, probably organising the vacations for summer next, no this year. How is it already 2015?! My mother makes lunch for all of us for tomorrow in the kitchen in the ground floor and my sister spends the night with her friends and not to forget Frau Schröder, who is outside and draws around the houses with Timmy. Hope you all have a good night. It is nearly 10pm so I stop now.