Eh, Where’s the house?

Yesterday evening, as we walked home from the Greek biergarten on Josephsplatz,

    Alex says: “Glad they didn’t tear down the wrong one.”
    Yeah, me too. I like where I live.

House GoneI was wrong. I suppose the runt house wasn’t worthy of saving. It’s been only three guys doing the dirty work:
one with the backhoe and two guys to separate the wood and steel beams from the brick and then drive toward somewhere not too far away to deposit the goods. The remaining guy quitely sweeps the dust back into the confines of the fenced area. This happened around 8:30 A.M. today. Ah, peace. There is dust everywhere. Dark blue cars are now brown. Someone ought to vacuum and wash the floors again because my feet are getting icky from all the dreck floating around :hmm1: I feel sorry for the people who live directly next door. A woman from the second floor window poked her head out after I took this shot. She did not look happy.

I guess the blue men were there only to seal the water and sewer to the house and collect/separate the doors, plumbing fixtures, windows from the interior. They’ll return, maybe to put it all back into the new building, hehe. I wonder what the new house will look like.

See the what the house kinda looked like below.

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