Evacuated

"This is the fire department. Please close all windows and retreat to the parts of the houses not facing the street."
*twitch*

They didn't even say why. Very well; I was in the part of the house facing the garden, and all windows were closed. Only when I called Jörg who had tried to reach me on my cell phone, I got to know that there had been a gas leakage in the house next to ours; apparently it had been a lot of gas and there was danger of explosions, because the police and the fire department had sealed off our street. They didn't permit people to get in; but they hadn't told those who were there already what had happened, either. They had, however, told Jörg that everyone was evacuated, so he wondered where the hell I was when I was, in fact, still in the flat.
Good job.
I grabbed Clint, who was not happy at all to be stuffed into his transport cage, and went out to the street. It's not a good feeling to walk past two fire trucks and police and all towards the higher end of the street. A policewoman wondered where the heck I was coming from; Clint moaned and apparently she took that to mean that I had been running after the cat, and they sent me to the other residents and onlookers up the hill.
Jörg and me went to Jörg's mother then - Clint attacked her cat, Tom, at once - where we ate and watched a horribly sucky movie adaptation of the Nibelungen-legend (a quote from lemonlye's TTT parody comes to mind: "It's funny - I know the story, but still I have no idea what's going on.") and then returned home.
Our street is calm and quiet and all the houses are still standing.

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( Evakuiert )

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OMGWTFSEE!

... Trailer. OMG.
*squee*
The slash and the beauty keel me ded.
*drops into bed*