Alexander's

In his impious desire to be occupied with some sort of manual labour, Georg decided that the cable modem needed to be moved -- for aesthetic reasons. Not much, maybe a meter or two from it's current location.

Only problem is that the same aesthetic reasons also forbid him to run a cable along the wall. So after a bit of deliberation he decided the best way to do this was to break out the angle grinder and cut a small trench across the wall. Fast, efficient and not too loud -- the wall gets mostly pulverized and the tiny dust particles just vanish. At least this seems to have been the plan.

There is a door (closed) and about five meters of hallway between the newly cut trench and my room and still it feels like I'm living on a sandy beach. Dust between my teeth, under my feet and even in my bed -- but I guess I am the lucky brother. Christof's room was covered with a layer of dust -- his table, his bed, his carpet floor and my jackets that were hanging in his room.

I'm not going to complain about a few dusty jackets of mine, when my living quaters so narrowly escaped to be turned into what I now call the great sandy cave.

Oh and whoever thinks we could just use the vacuum cleaner to remove the mess -- the ultra fine dust particles got into the motor and brought it to a grinding halt after just a few seconds. Judging by the burnt smell emanating from the vacuum cleaner I fear that this time it will be a permanent one.