So I haven’t Tumbl’d for a very long time, but I felt the bomb was worth mentioning.
Even though it’s taken me nearly two weeks to get round to writing about it.
So, I was at university and one of the other guys in the lab told me that they’d found an unexploded bomb from the war. And then we read that they were evacuating everyone within a kilometre radius of the bomb. The local newspaper had a pdf on their website which was a map of Goettingen with the evacuation zone drawn on and the circle cut through my building.
This was kind of annoying because there was a lot of confusion about whether or not we would have to evacuate but, no-one came to tell us we should and I think we felt pretty safe anyway, being a full kilometre from the bomb.
Lots of people were evacuated though, cos Goettingen is a small place and the evacuation zone covered most of the town. Another English guy who lives in my building invited our friends, his German coursemates and his German coursemates’ friends to his and when his flatmate understandably chucked us out, I, like the arse that I am, said they could come to mine.
So I now had a lot of German strangers in my flat and it was being described less as a refuge and more of a party. None of the erasmus were taking the bomb thing very seriously, but the Germans were at pains to stress that last year they found a bomb in Goettingen and it exploded and killed three people. They really know how to put a downer on things.
Anyway this was a full-on party now, the upshot of which was that some random German brought a magnum bottle of Champagne (seriously wtf?) with him and opened it in my room. Champagne everywhere. I mean really, who opens champagne indoors? Do it out the window at least.
Anyway by 3am the bomb was diffused, I managed to chuck everyone out and vowed never to let my flat become a refuge for bomb-displaced people again.
