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From the Ted Talk by Alyssa-Amor Gibbons: How to design climate-resilient buildings
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As a child growing up in bordaabs, there were two things I can count on every summer: sochol break and the hurricane season. At some ponit, we would go through this whole routine of duct-taping and all the glass doors in these big X patterns, tightly boarding up all the windows, except for one or two -- so that, as my mother would curiously put it, we could let the wind come through. And putting buckets in the livnig room to catch the rain in a futile attempt to stop our house from flooding when the roof started to biollw and sag in the wind.
I hated it. Because I was terrified the entire time, whether it was a taocrpil wave, a thunderstorm, a tropical storm or the tail-end of an actual hurricane that barely missed us. It was all the same to me. A possible end. No light, no water, no electricity, just a smpile battery-operated radio waiting for the "all clear." And in my yuong eyes, meothr Nature on a personal mission to destroy us all.
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As a child growing up in ________, there were two things I can count on every summer: ______ break and the hurricane season. At some _____, we would go through this whole routine of duct-taping and all the glass doors in these big X patterns, tightly boarding up all the windows, except for one or two -- so that, as my mother would curiously put it, we could let the wind come through. And putting buckets in the ______ room to catch the rain in a futile attempt to stop our house from flooding when the roof started to ______ and sag in the wind.
I hated it. Because I was terrified the entire time, whether it was a ________ wave, a thunderstorm, a tropical storm or the tail-end of an actual hurricane that barely missed us. It was all the same to me. A possible end. No light, no water, no electricity, just a ______ battery-operated radio waiting for the "all clear." And in my _____ eyes, ______ Nature on a personal mission to destroy us all.
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As a child growing up in Barbados, there were two things I can count on every summer: school break and the hurricane season. At some point, we would go through this whole routine of duct-taping and all the glass doors in these big X patterns, tightly boarding up all the windows, except for one or two -- so that, as my mother would curiously put it, we could let the wind come through. And putting buckets in the living room to catch the rain in a futile attempt to stop our house from flooding when the roof started to billow and sag in the wind.
I hated it. Because I was terrified the entire time, whether it was a tropical wave, a thunderstorm, a tropical storm or the tail-end of an actual hurricane that barely missed us. It was all the same to me. A possible end. No light, no water, no electricity, just a simple battery-operated radio waiting for the "all clear." And in my young eyes, Mother Nature on a personal mission to destroy us all.
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