It was — nay, it is and remains! — beyond credibility. There has to exist a bound upon the amount of de-facilitisations that can occur within any given time frame. The incessant continuity of the deprivations stretches the mind that attempts to encompass its totality. Taken individually, the events masquerade as mere inconveniences. However, upon investigation their mundanity is as elusive as an ivory-billed woodpecker. The only conclusion remaining is that these events rely upon a steady expenditure of black magic, fueled by Dark Forces, no doubt as parts of an overarching plan involving multiple layers, if not several dimensions, of Hell itself.
What commences as a seemingly innocent power outage, rapidly outgrows this nomenclature as it develops into an incredulity. The henchman of the Dark Forces, who in English goes under the misnomer guise of Super, fulfills his Master’s dark desires and compounds the situation — by his non-presence. Where this in a brighter world would have been cause for joy, if not outright celebration, in the confines of our convent, undoubtedly built using cold-riveted girders with selenium cores, the impact of this plays on a different level altogether.
His ability to ignore pleas for help from various damsels in distress (and may I remind you, attentive reader, that I am describing an abode whose populace is virtually solely comprised of youthful, female students — the word luscious needs to be redefined to capture the merest hint of seductive allure present), after the progressive stages of the disease that plagues the residents had to lead to a breaking point. No mere landlord-alike occupying functionary sufficed — the issue at hand (an unabating fire alarm, going strongly (very strongly) for already over an hour) was taken to the penultimate overarching lordness of lords: the rector magnificus. The response of the Dark Ones was as predictable as it was perfectly timed: no sooner had the delegates left the region subject to the ever-protruding, hateful tones of the alarm, or the alarm ceased.
Nevertheless, admiration is due to any force able to squeeze two full-night power outages, a weekend of no connectivity, a breakdown in hot water and the previous mentions pleasure within a period lasting a mere seven days. While the situation seems to have settled in a state previously described as “normal”, I will take my leave of this and wonder what I shall find upon my return, a fortnight and then some hence.
The next morning, after brunch, we went for a short hike in Little Suisse. We drove to Berdorf, and began on route B2. Now as soon as you hit the forest, you are bombarded with signs pointing out nice viewpoints. We checked most of them, and consequently didn’t really progress very quickly. It was quite adventurous, and wonderful to behold once more. A little further down on the route, we discovered a climber’s paradise. So all I now need, is my climbing gear here, a crash course in outdoor climbing, and a sizable length of rope. Oh, and to make matters more challenging: magnesium is disallowed there. Pffffft. Well anyway, something to keep in the back of my mind.