Today I visited my co-worker/friend first time after she had a house fire. Or kitchen fire, but result is about just as devastating.
I bought her flowers, and then I realised she wouldn't have a vase for them. So I bought a vase, too. No, she didn't have a vase. (and tea, and tiny lemon cakes and strawberries and... and... and)
With a stroke of luck, there was an empty house only few blocks away from their own house, and they were able to move in right away (insurance pays for the rent). But it was an empty house. So what do you need first? Beds, or at least mattrasses to sleep. Bed sheets, bankets, pillows. They had this guy from the local red cross to help them do shopping. He was adamant children should have sweets! (and he was right, they also bought toothbrushes and toothpaste, he clearly knew what he was doing).
But, for real. When you have to start all over again, with just the clothes you were wearing?
At work we passed the hat around and gathered around 700 euros for that family to buy something.
She is still at shock, I could clearly see that. I promised to go shopping with her when she wants to go. (She asked my help, just to walk with her at the shops, she said she panics every time she needs to make a decision, just even if it is as simple as should I buy these navy or brown socks.)
I mean, I CAN imagine what it is like, but I DON'T understand.
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