This is our boiler. This charred machine with pipes held together by tape, located in a rusty, oil slicked closet on our back porch, is in charge of heating our water, and occasionally heating our home. Diesel fuel travels to it from a tank on our rooftop through a snake-like system of pipes, and heats our water in the tin can at the top right. The water then makes its way out from the tin can through a similarly snaky system to our sinks and wall heating units, which often leak. Looking at our boiler does not engender a lot of confidence.
In fact, our boiler wasn't working when we returned to Jordan almost a month ago now. In the midst of an unusually cold, rainy and snowy stretch of time, it took two different men six separate visits over a period of two weeks to fix it. So now we have a new water pump, new fuel pump and a new burner--and a lot less money. The lack of confidence, though, remains.
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