Today I finally made it out of the house and downtown. My plan was to take the bus but Mama had an appointment in the center and needed my assistance so we took a taxi. I must say, thank God it stopped raining because we were both getting quite short-tempered being locked inside for days.
I was able to get over to my apartment and all is well. No damage made it up the hill. But Via XX Settembre was a different story altogether. In fact, I found the entire scene quite depressing. Shops had muddy water marks half way up the windows and mud was still slushing out from under doorways. At one shop they were washing mud off brand new clothes with hoses and a bucket. Another had a pump inside and a hose on the sidewalk to empty out the water from inside.
Everywhere you looked there were men in giant rubber boots and police officers. It looked more like a war zone than the center of town. Mud and puddles sloshed on the side streets.
Beyond the church there was nothing. No mud, no water. It was a bit eerie. I’m not sure if it was already cleaned up or because of the slight incline perhaps the water didn’t carry over that far.
Today the flags in Genoa were raised only to half mast to honour those who died in the flood. The funerals were also today. As I understand from the news today we are still on alert for more thunderstorms. I’ve also heard that the small Italian island called Elba is being flooded at this very moment. Let’s pray that these storms do not raise the death toll any further.