Water, water everywhere . . . I wish

So, much of the information that follows has been translated and relayed through so many people, I really can't be certain of its accuracy. The facts as I know them are these: I came home last night, and discovered that there was no water. I called my co-teacher, Marcin, to see if he would speak to my landlord, who speaks only very fast Polish. Marcin, however, assured me that these things happen, not to worry, relax. This morning my landlord called me, during a lesson, which was fortunate, as I could then have the manager of the school translate. Somebody in the building had a leak, so they'd shut the water off in the whole building and they needed to get into my flat (shit, damn Brits), apartment to see if the problem was there. Ok, and the men came promptly at 11 as promised. Much banging, mysterious bits of plaster, Polish cursing and discussion, an assortment of tools, and about half an hour later, the two men swept up the dust, said something serious and unintelligible and left. 20 minutes later, I had water. Thank god, I thought, washed my dishes and myself, and went to my evening classes. Came a call during my last class, so threw an exercise at my students, ran downstairs saying "chwileczke, chwileczke" into my phone, handed it to the secretary, Beata (let me note here, that her job is more like office manager; "secretary" is a direct translation from the Polish "sekretariat" and has a fairly literal meaning, none of the associations that are in English and that have led us to more or less abandon the word). But whatever my landlord was saying was apparently a bit beyond Beata's confidence, so she spoke in Polish to another teacher who happened to be there, who then translated it for me. And I now put it here, and who knows if this game of bilingual "Telephone" has managed to get decent information to me. In any case, tomorrow the two blue-suited plumbers will return and rip out some portion of the wall(s) in my flat, perform some manner of operation therein, for an indeterminate period of time, which may or may not necessitate my needing a place to stay for the night, or a couple days, to fix a problem that perhaps originates in my place, and prior to all this my landlord will arrive very early to drop off a pre-filled-in form for me to sign after I have evaluated the quality of this work (upon which the entire building's water supply apparently depends) and will no doubt say many other things to me far faster than I have any hope of comprehending. My only hope is that sometime tomorrow, I will turn on my taps and water will come forth. Send me good thoughts.