The Hebrew word for flood is Ha-tz-phah.
I know that because my apartment had one today—big time.
I came home from a morning of intense Talmud study to find my roommate in a towel trying to stem the tide. Unfortunately it didn’t work and soon one half of the apartment was covered in water. We tried to spongee it out the best we could but it kept spreading and spreading. Finally the water ebbed and we managed to get it all out onto the porch. The emergency plumber came and saved the day. But I now know that my usual storage method of the floor has dangers that I never anticipated.
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Well, at least you're learning Hebrew!
OMG!!! this morning at 7 am buckets of water poured into our room - the entire common room was SOAKED!!! I was walking around in my rain boots. Facilities took forever and now 503 smells. good times.
livia, why is your name ¡La unión es la fuerza!
weirdo.
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