A never ending story this bed bugs story. I have been bitten by hundreds of them and I honestly don't wish them to nobody. It's absolutly itching!
On saturday an extermination company came to disinfect the flat. But after a night again I had a couple of new bites.
A friend of my flatmate had an air matress to lend me.
Anthony, my flatmate, told me that he lives 1575 (can't remember the house number now) rue clark, Appartment 5. Okay I went there by bike, rang at the door and the door opened. I got upstairs, the door flat was open.
A guy I didn't know was sitting in the living room watching some sportsgame on telly.
"Hi I'm Nathalie"
"Hi"
"Hi..."
"You're fine?"
"Yes, I'll be feeling better when I'll have a new matress"
"???"
"Is Eric (Anthony's friend) here?"
"Who is Eric?"
"Well is he not living here? Is it not 7515 Clark, Appt.5"
"Euh let me check... euh yes it is!"
"hmmm it might be the wrong flat though"
"Do you want to give someone a call"
"Well I don't have any number with me. Do you have internet"
"Yes"
He let me in his bedroom where his computer was. He went back in the living-room to watch his game and I went on MSN to chat with Anthony to ask him where Eric lives. He was surprised... He gave Eric a call. In the end he had heard the wrong number and it was the building next door.
Quebecois seem not really scared of strangers to entering their flat!
