The oddest thing for an inhabitant of Poland to be writing: we had an earthquake yesterday at around 6:20 in the evening.
It was a slight little hiccup by most standards: 3.6 on the Richter scale. Kinga was at home and said she felt the building shaking for about five seconds. I, on the other hand, was walking home and felt nothing. Reportedly in the nearest town, some houses were shaken enough that books fell from the shelves, and on the other side of the Tatra Mountains, Slovakians reported having felt it.
No reports of damage, but of course everyone’s talking about it.
Earthquake and Poland — they go together about as well as . . .
I missed our area’s only earthquake too. I started wanting another one, but that seems so wrong. I was very much let down. For once, sleeping like a bear was a bad thing.