Sometimes it feels better to be angry than to be sad—or perhaps anger simply comes after sadness. How does someone feel after seeing muddy water rise a metre high through their doorway and into their home? As you can imagine, there has been little time to grieve what’s been lost—or perhaps that moment has already passed.
For those living on the ground floor of the Brisol building in Ibiza Town, their memories now lie in piles of debris. There’s no time to dwell on what used to be a sofa, a carpet, a photo album… all of it now stuffed into rubbish bags. It takes strength to keep clearing away the wreckage left by two days of flooding that filled homes, storage rooms and car parks.
“Who will pay for this?” asks Jesús Cantero, his anger spilling out as he even gives this journalist his ID number.
“We’re very upset because, yes, we understand it was a major storm and an exceptional event. But what we can’t understand is how the water from the Sa Llavanera torrent and the surrounding area ends up here, with no drainage outlet”, he says, as he works among hoses and buckets trying to clear the mud from the garage.
His mark is everywhere inside. The cars sit with their bonnets open, and the door handles show how high the water reached. Underfoot, a thick layer of mud still remains. “In the end, the UME (Military Emergency Unit) had to come to pump out the water that should have drained away on its own”, Cantero adds.
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