There I was, home alone in my bedroom going about my business of settling in and unpacking when in the distance I could here a voice on a loudspeaker. Obviously the voice was in French and I wouldn’t be able to understand it but still I moved closer to the open window to have a listen and was surprised to hear the voice growing louder. It was a car, slowly driving through the village with one of those large megaphones attached to the top of it. The man’s voice seemed very serious and urgent. The car would stop, make the ‘urgent’ announcement, then drive a few more meters, stop again, and repeat. The only thing I could make out was the last word said each time, ‘fin’, in English, ‘end’. At this point I stood paralyzed absolutely certain that this loudspeaker was ordering an evacuation of the village because there was an imminent nuclear attack and the world was coming to an ‘end’.
So I waited, sure that I would be the one person in the village vaporized because I can’t speak French.
I’m still unpacking.