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I know Jesus walked on water...

For those of you who think that Brazil is the place where the sun always shines. Well, you are wrong! This past week it's literally been chucking it down almost every day. And not just outside. Due to some problem with the rooftiles (I think, but I gladly confess I am no expert on construction) we also have rain inside. The front house where the project functions gets flooded every time it rains. The other day I was in the kitchen when I heard a sound which was a bit like a shower being turned on. Knowing that there was no-one else around, I went to investigate where the sound was coming from. To my great surprise I found that in the reception area of the house the light-fixture in the ceiling had been turned into a "natural" shower, and water was pouring out of it, consequently flooding all the floors (rinsing away any dirt that once was on them). I quickly and coragously (although I didn't really consider the risk) switched off the light, and did so without getting and electric shock. I must admit that I am hoping we can get it fixed soon, as noticing warm water coming out of plug-sockets in the wall is a bit disturbing.

And as if that wasn't enough, outside, where it actually rains from the sky, the water doesn't manage to drain away, and the only way to get from one place to another is to wade through rivers of water. I mean, I know Jesus walked on water and all that, but this really makes me wonder what's next...

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