Not ok!

Early this morning Lis and I were told that we were forced to change rooms. Without any kind of explanation. The one we've had all week is spacey, fits two persons perfectly and there was like nothing to complain about when you got used to the fact that you're living in a hostel and not the luxury of an apartment. Deal! Ok, the showers doesn't work and it's barely coming any water out of the taps, nada Internet connection in the room what so ever but ok, deal!
Ok, now for the loving f* of God, we are living in a rat hole. Smaller than a rats ass of you know what I mean. No hooks where to hang your clothes, small windows (compared to the ones we had before) and no tables besides the beds. One shelf. ONE! When you open the wardrobe you can not get in/out of the room. It's dirty and noisy as hell since we are living in the center room of five so we can hear everyone. You don't really have anywhere to put your clothes besides under the desk but it's strictly prohibited to put stuff on the floor.
Lis is mad. I am f* pissed off! This is not OK!
So when the chief in charge returns at five I am just going to, very calmly ask her what the f* is going on. So what if she's speaks spanish. I'll speak a language everyone understand.