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.
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