When we went home later in the evening, the bomb already had been defused. But on Friday, only 24 hours later, the same digger operator (is that the right word? The guy that moves the ground around and makes a hole before they can start building a building) found another one just a few meters away. Again several hundreds of people had to be evacuated and that all with that bad hurricane we had here the past days. It was the third bomb this year, and by now they all know the drill.
These bombs are still leftovers from the American and British bombing back on 13th February in 1945. I don't blame you my American and British friends, we all were born years later and have nothing to do with the hate that was going on back then. But on days like this, things that are decades in the past, suddenly seem very recent.
On a sidenote, just a few weeks ago in a wood nearby Dresden they hit the "jackpot" - eleven bombs had to be defused at once. They came from two planes which crashed together before they could send them off. They still are searching for the bombs of that other plane.
That poor guy who has to defuse them all the time. He is a hero. One of those eleven was his 300th. One day he might do a wrong move and pay with his life. Just imagine them lying around underground all the time while we walked and drove over it regularly. That is the most terrifying thought for me, that they still could do damage after all those years.