When a journalist from one of the local Washington TV stations wanted to interview people at a gas station this afternoon about what they think of the approaching snowfall, she never expected it to be Alex Ovechkin (video).
I won’t post a photo from the window because it’s an incredibly boring view. Just a typical winter.
Washington and nearby states are declaring a state of emergency. Yesterday at five in the evening, both the metro and roads were closed, and I couldn’t meet with colleagues from SAP (@[1141515488:2048:Andrej Zhukov], hello!). Yesterday, people were panic buying in stores not without reason: a TV interview with a cashier of the only open store in Maryland was just shown (in DC, I think there’s more than one).
“Our” people don’t understand the difficulty—so snow has fallen, and there isn’t even much wind. Most of the winter here is like our early spring. Temperatures are above freezing, people are driving around, and warm winter jackets are hardly necessary. Even if you buy one, you’ll only need it for maybe three days throughout the winter, so people don’t generally buy them for themselves, and stores don’t keep large stocks (well, apart from before the snow, when of course everything was swept off the shelves). We are actually on the same latitude as Tashkent, Ashgabat, Valencia, and Athens; for example, it was 21 degrees Celsius with sunshine here last Christmas. Since snow is rare, there simply isn’t much snow-clearing equipment here, nor, for example, do many drivers have shovels or brushes for their cars. I won’t even start on winter tires and chains. From my hotel window, it seems no car has driven by since the morning, except for snow-clearing machines.
The snowstorm that hit the States is being reported in the local newspapers and on TV as something between Armageddon and the Apocalypse: on one hand, you need to fight, on the other, any resistance to the force of nature is senseless, and it’s better to accept the inevitable with appropriate grief and resignation. Therefore, the anchors laugh, showing people playing in the snow.
So, in the end, the entire city sits at home. TV, books, internet. We’re waiting for Sunday.