It begins with our neighbour. He has decided to make our lifes a living hell. Apparently his human being have consisted of a majority of assholery ever since Julia and Leire moved in last year. AND since I've moved in we've apparently had parties with circa 50 persons (all dressed in high heels, superdrunk and constantly screaming to around 6am) and we've been pissing in the stairway. So he calls the landlord and complains on how we are behaving. While we were at it we apparently had a tap dancing lesson with our high heels on. Note that I don't even own a pair of high heels down here in España...
This is not an actual mugshot so no panic.
Shortly after the first call, the water pipe broke or at least something like it broke.The lovely neighbours apartment got apparently flooded (he was not having a flow...) The neighbour, furious with anger, runs up the stairs and begins screaming and slamming on our door. Luckily for me I don't understand spanish spoken rapidly. Ehe. But the child-friendly version of it were like that we should GO TO HELL etc. Shortly after that we found a note stuck under our door filled with hatred like if we do this one more time we are going to hell, signed "The angry neighbour". Gotta love your neighbours.
At friday our landlord (indeed a very handsome man) comes by at 10pm to look at it and while we are standing and talking about what to do in this situation which is not more than calling the insurance company, the neighbour is standing in the stairway screaming at passing neighbours about how we are behaving 3'a lock in the morning. Is he even up at that hour, are we up?
Usually I am sleeping and IF I'm out and about, I am sitting in a bar, drinking a Coronita (adorable name)
This is what have been happening in a week. I think I've mostly been sleeping actually.
Esta my gata. Mi pequenita gata. Tu me manque.
Hasta luego,Louise
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