I thought this might be a better place to start than the beginning for reasons mainly to do with the fact that I am writing this sitting in what is technically a Homeless Shelter. It’s one of those nice Homeless Shelters. I have a room with only three other people and I get fed dinner. The only downside is there are no locks and I think I have to go to Church in the morning. I was looking for a Hostel, really. Then they took my details and gave me a confused look when I asked how much it cost per night.
Just got back from dinner. I was served by Nuns! And there were lots of men with beards. But I fit in cause I had my beanie (furry hat) and puffy jacket. If only I had my Hobo gloves there would have been no difference between us. Apart from the complete lack of facial hair…
I find myself in this situation because I ran away from my apartment. That’s right, I backed up my bags and snuck out the door while my Landlady wasn’t looking. She was crazy and obsessive and generally a very angry person. All lights had to be turned off apart from the one you were currently using. I was allowed to use one saucepan, two frying pans, two cups, one sink and toilet and one pillow. I was not allowed to use any other cooking implements or mugs, the couch or the pillows from the couch to make my little chair more comfortable. For that I could take the pillow from my bed.
Yesterday she demanded 40 Euros for power because using my laptop hadn’t been part of the rent. I asked to see the power bill and she blew her top. Figuring if I didn’t pay up she would start stealing my stuff I packed up and left. I left a little note that said “Tu eres demasiado enfadado” or “You are too angry”.
Yes, I know it was childish, but after a month living with her I needed something to chuckle about.
