Why I think that a small crisis can have some great side effects
It was a normal Tuesday, and nothing told us that something
extraordinary would happen. But at a quarter past eight in the
evening, my best friend called.
“Hi,” I said, all chirpy and happy, “how are you?”
“I'm really not well at all.” Her voice was subdued. “I have to
be evacuated from my home right now. Can I come and stay the night?”
To understand the next part, I have to give you a bit of background
information: I live in a town in Germany that was heavily bombed
during World War II. When the town was in ashes, the debris was
cleared by pulling everything away, flattening the ground, and
building anew – and this was done in a hurry because thousands and
thousands of people were without homes.
However, quite a few bombs fell into the ground and didn't explode.
They just buried themselves deep into the earth, and if a few other
bombs detonated right and left, they were never found but simply
covered with rubble and dirt, and eventually, other houses.
That's why, if you're building something new in one of the bigger
towns in Germany, you're apt to come across a bomb from WWII, even
though the war ended seventy years ago. The bomb might be harmless –
or it might not. Very few have exploded, but of course, you have to
take sufficient precautions. The situation does become risky if the
bomb was inadvertedly moved (by a big excavator, for example) because
in that case, the first movement after seventy years might trigger a
detonation.
Now my friend lives in one of the most densely populated areas in
town. There's a hospital in that area, schools, and thousands of
apartments.
On that Tuesday, while excavation a playground that had housed a
school for the last decades, the bomb was found – and immediately,
the evacuation plans were kicked off. Thirty-one thousand (!) people had
to be moved for the night – it was the second biggest evacuation
since the end of WWII. The deactivation of the bomb only takes a
rough hour, usually less. But moving thirty-one thousand people is a
different kettle of fish.
My best friend was one of them. Of course I welcomed her, and her
room mate as well. We had an improptu dinner, made from whatever we
found in the fridge, and had a lovely evening with loads of chatting
and laughter. Besides the stuff she needed for one night, she had
only brought her favorite sweater and the hard drive of her computer.
You can't take much if you learn ten minutes before the evacuation
that you have to leave. I could see that she was shaken and hugged
her extra hard.
Thank God the bomb was deactivated without problems. The evacuation
went on from eight o'clock at night until two in the morning. By
three in the morning, the bomb was harmless. And the next day,
everybody returned to work and life as usual.
I like these small interruptions of routine. I like to be shaken up
from my every day life. I like to talk to people I've never talked to
before (we Germans are not good at doing this kind of thing unless a
catastrophe triggers us into it.) We can even stand at a bus stop for
years with another person and never exchange a word – maybe a nod,
if we're friendly! But a perturbation in the plans will make us talk
– and suddenly, you feel close to the people around you. Suddenly,
you have to improvise. And suddenly, you find new friends. That's the
part I love about a small crisis. They liven up the routine.
However, they always have to have a happy ending – just like my
books!
What about you? Have you already experienced a crisis that
has brought you especially good moments?
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Beate
Boeker is a USA Today bestselling author with a passion for books
that brim over with mischief & humor. She writes sweet
sophisticated romantic fiction and mysteries, many of them set in
beautiful Italy.
