Scary stuff
Somebody tried to break in last night. Apparently they didn’t make it, because all my stuff’s still on place, but the window frame is fucked up from the outside.
I called mom to tell how things were going, including the unsuccessful break-in. After I mentioned this there was a pause… then she said: “I was celebrating a birthday yesterday…” And told me all about it. At that moment I thought it would be funny if someone told me this.
I think everybody else at least pretended to express their worry. After all, it’s the ground floor and everybody except for us has bars on their balconies.
Next time I’m gonna rent a flat I’ll have to check everything thoroughly and think about a lot of things, before making the deal.
