Mr. Jan is awake. It was six o'clock in the morning, and it was time to go to work.
He shot a nightlight. She didn't light up. He's up. He looked out the window.
Street lamps didn't shine. There was darkness. There were besides no lights in another homes.
So that's it. Yes, the time had come.
He lit the oil lamp, then the another one. They weren't any. AladdinY, certain as the bulbs, but enough.
He took 1 of them and went to the kitchen. He pulled out a large bottle, and he started pouring water into it. As long as there's pressure.
He turned on the gas tap. No sobbing. The gas was gone.
So he placed an old Primus on the table, a kerosene cooker, and set it on fire accordingly.
He didn't open the window so the neighbors wouldn't hear the stove heist, due to the fact that they'd most likely want to take it from him.
He put a kettle of water on it. It wasn't any crappy electrician that would should be replaced after a year. It was a gas kettle, which is what it utilized to be.
Meanwhile, he brought a radio from another room, and put batteries in it.
He was searching for frequencies, but there was silence on everyone.
The water's boiling.
He pulled out a pot and a packet of pasta. Pasta is the best food for the crisis. It doesn't break, and it's always fresh after cooking.
When the pasta was cooked, Mr. Jan ate it with the purée extinguishing the Primus.
He changed and went outside. The sun was just rising.
Other people were coming out of their homes erstwhile they noticed that their induction ovens did not work.
Mr. Wiaczesław Niemcewicz, the largest peuch in the area, shouted around:
- It's all the PiS! It was Kaczyński who flooded our wonderful mercury windmills! It was Braun who extinguished our solo!
Mr. John had on his tongue that it was the instability of this full RES that led to this, but he refused to draw attention to himself.
Others focused on the grinding of their tongues, and began to take everything from the shelves.
Mr. Jan is back on his property.
He was a criminal due to the fact that he didn't wash the spikes off his fence, as the fresh bill or order ordered.
But the law has the power to enforce it.
Mr. Jan bought a alternatively large diesel generator that would supply the full home with electricity, but Mr. John did not include it.
He knew that this would make his home the next mark of looters.
He went in the home and locked the door on all the triggers, and for safety reasons, he pawned it with a closet.
The full economy stood, the full planet was falling apart, and he wasn't doing anything about it, he was just preparing his home for defense.
He didn't have a firearm due to the fact that he didn't want to be on the list for elimination in case the enemy stepped in.
So he pulled out a water pistol, and poured in it not very legally obtained lead gasoline. That should do it.
At this point, he heard the drunken singing of an full kibola ward equipped with dicks from a robbed police station.
