Windmills can do things other than grind flour. Both terms are correct.

My guess is that was someone who was in the car, which could be responsible for the erratic driving that resulted in such a horrific situation. That’s just a guess, though.

I think I’ve got right around there where I’m living now; that’s part of what makes it hard to contemplate leaving the country, even though this place (US) is turning pretty terrifying: I know if I leave it’ll take years to build up friendships like that again, if it ever even happens.

Nah, go there and then start organizing with the warehouse workers to get them paid as much as you’re being paid to do their job.