After almost 2 month of moving into what the system sees as my "home" the landlord on top of it gives me the key to the apartment door but not to the main door. That meant everytime I came "home" Someone from the front desk had to buzz me or anyone in the same shituation in. How nice a place they call my "home". At my age am still not use to that idea of landlord and tenant, for now let me see how long I can take notes. The notes are for my "grandchildren". I forbid them to have such dealings with criminals that don't care about what they do...Anyways on a much positive note I moved from the 4th floor to the 1st and what is seen as my home I consider it a workshop, I actually rather live outside in the rain.
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