Here I am,
stuck in a small town out in the middle of nowhere. Some old colleagues of my
former work place had invited me to a party.
“I’ll go“, I said to my wife, “they probably need somebody sensible to talk
to”.
“Better check with them”, was her prompt
reaction, “it could also be that it’s a
birthday or another special occasion.”
(there’s
nobody like a wife to demolish the beautiful illusions about yourself you have spent so much
care and time to construct).
It turned
out, in fact, that it was a birthday party. I would have to drive some 200
miles across the country. It being winter, I checked the weather forecast. Cold,
but sunshine and no precipitation for the next four days.
I set out two
days later. I got about halfway when the heavy snowfall made further progress
impossible. I checked into a hotel in a small town.
How come
they are able to predict by how many centimetres the water level will have risen
in 20 years, when they cannot predict the weather four days ahead? It’s
impossible. It is too complex. Mechanisms that have not even been thought of
yet may come into play. I don’t believe them. No need to be so preoccupied.
I called my
wife to complain, and I told her what I thought of the weathermen and the
climatic forecasters.
“That they cannot predict it precisely”
she said “does not mean that the water
will not rise. If they are wrong, it may as well be that it will be much worse
than predicted.”
I hope the
snow will stop during the night and that I will be able to continue my trip
tomorrow.
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