People help each other, people stay. Especially in smaller places, families have lived there for generations. You don't give that up because of a flood.
It's not just a flood. It is a vicious destruction of land and substance. And therefore of supply in every respect. Of course, many are used to their basement being flooded twice a year, but I don't think they expected this time to drown while handing out sandbags in the basement or putting furniture on top, because what always held and what you always trusted no longer holds.
But unlike other countries, we have everything here. From raw materials to labor to the world's largest machines. It'll be fine.
I wish. Unlike other countries, there was a perceived limit of resilience that has now been exceeded.
We are, after all, a country where the concern about the perfect lawn is discussed more than dealing with misery.
I don't exclude myself from that.
But I will rethink my actions. After all, I have the Elbe right outside my door. Back in 1988, I myself had to abort my final exams to pack my suitcase for a possible evacuation. That was a long time ago and it went well.
Despite the good weather, I once packed clothes for West Germany at our place.