Water from above


Imagine waking up at 2 am to your husband grasping your arm and telling you to turn on the light because he’s soaking wet.

Then imagine the light revealing a steady stream of water coming down in a long line from the wall to the center of the room, splashing into the puddle that was your bed.

As you scurry to place buckets, plastic bags and towels underneath you dread knocking on the upstairs neighbors’s door.

That was us last week.

I volunteered to go up and try to explain the situation, after taking some pics on my phone to take along.

It only took about 10 minutes of steady knocking before they opened and let me in.

It was quite awkward due to the hour and since we were all in our PJs, but PJs are pretty typical here.

To my dismay i could not see any visible source of the water–the wall-radiators sometimes have a release valve that is unscrewed and leaks water, but theirs was fine.

So they told me to talk to the maintenance office in the am.

We parked ourselves on the couch for a couple of hours before we got up, water dripping enough to merit emptying the basins already.

At six am I went out into the courtyard and saw movement in the office, so I knocked.

A voice told me to come in, and I came in, explaining about our water problem, ony to notice the older man standing there in his shirt and briefs.

He said, wait a minute while I put on my pants.  I very quickly turned my back rather awkardly and waited a minute and we went back.

He discovered that their hot water heater had leaked underneath the flooring, so they turned it off, said things should improve and went away.

I had an early meeting and contacted our landlord as I was leaving.  By the time I returned an hour later the older two girls (at home doing homeschool and online school) said that a whole crew had traipsed through the apartment looking at things–including the neighbors across the hall, also in their pajamas.

There is a theme here.

Nobody likes to take off their warm fuzzies once it gets cold here.

Anyway, by the afternoon and a couple of full basins later, the dripping stopped.

Oldest daughter helped me haul out our king size mattress to the courtyard to dry on the parallel bars drying rack in the excercise area.  Unforunately it did not fit in the elevator so we took it down the stairs.    It stayed there until Mr. Chopstix came home from the hospital after dark and could help drag the thing bag upstairs again.

We think that workers are coming sometime, to take care of the stuff that needs to be fixed.

But, we will never be quite sure what will happen until it’s done.

In the meantime we are actually very grateful for many things: 

1) that we were at home when it happened.  We’ve had several friends with horror stories of coming back from the US or other long trips to knee deep water and mold everywhere. 

2) that we have water. Some friends have been without water for about two months, and they live on the 7trh floor without an elevator.  

3) that we have really not had any major water issues in our 7+ years here.  

4) we have very friendly neighbors and this has been a bonding experience! 


9 responses »

  1. Yay for bonding!!!  😦

    If it helps, we also had a leak in a water pipe in a 3rd floor apartment in my apartment building here in MN and the building is only slightly more than 1 year old! It flooded the apartment on the 2nd floor and water was running down the side of the building. All the carpeting and baseboards had to be torn out and all the walls in the attached garage below had to be replaced. It took about 2 weeks to do all the work. Crummy quality work seems to be universal!

      On Friday, October 28, 2016 10:20 AM, Chopstix for Seven wrote:  

    > soccernorsk posted: “Imagine waking up at 2 am to your husband > grasping your arm and telling you to turn on the light because he’s > soaking wet. Then imagine the light revealing a steady stream of > water coming down in a long line from the wall to the center of the > room, ” > >

  2. Have to love life in China. These kinds of things help to make us feel like one of the locals! They can see that we face some of the same challenges that they do! Praying that your light shown in the midst of it all!

  3. One morning after working the night shift on the ward I fell asleep only to start dreaming of counting the number of drops of fluid in an IV. I became irritated because it was like working another shift in my sleep so I woke up to find there was actually a dripping sound as water dripped from the ceiling onto a soggy part of my bed. No sleep for me and had the same problems reaching the landlord! I sympathize with you – even traveling that many miles for the Lord’s work does not exempt you from the tribulations we face here. Sending many blessings your way to help restore that sunny smile we so enjoy seeing in your photos!

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