It’s all down (from) here

We moved in on friday, started at 9 and were finished by 13, one hour lunchbreak. We had a deal for “a couple of hours, not much more” for 500-600:- but got to pay 1000 for three hours. Disappointing! The guy who drove the truck and helped me carry things was nice though. We didn’t get the price we were told for the truck either, we had to add sales tax so it was quite expensive in the end. At least it was fast and we didn’t have to ask any of our families to drive here, from the flatlands down south by and near the coast, to help us.

I placed and assembled all the furniture and unpacked most of the boxes the same day, hoping it would all be done before the coming week but energy wasn’t everlasting. I don’t have any memories from the weekend, it’s like I woke up again on monday, and what a wake up call it was…

We got out of bed and went to the bathroom for the morning piss. Jenny was washing her hands and I flushed the toilet, when A FOUNTAIN OF SHIT shot out of the floor drain in the shower. Nice. We evacuated the bathroom and called the landlordcompanypeople for immediate help, they arrived just FOUR HOURS LATER. Nice. Two men came and tried various methods of clearing the pipes but didn’t seem to have much luck. They kept running down the stairs to the basement, listening for movements in the main sewage pipes of the building and they sounded a bit worried. They finally managed to break through the wall of crap by drilling in the drain and sawing out ickiness with a long, thick wire.

After the job was done they “cleaned up” the mess but only used a cloth to wipe off the floor so we told them they would have to send someone over to do a proper cleaning. The thought of having eight years old POO all over the bathroom, hall and kitchen (where they got water in buckets to rinse with) wasn’t very tempting. Very short after, a guy came and did a great job of tidying and disinfecting mentioned areas, even though his work order was to wipe dust(!). People are strange.

The very next day, yesterday, I found a water leak under the kitchen sink when I was washing the dishes. We called the emergency repair number because it was after 16 and I was surprised to hear “112 larmcentral vad kan jag hjälpa dig med?”! Anyway, the lady noted some things and said she’d send out an order and a while later one of the guys from monday came and fixed it. He got lots of foulmouthing from Labolina but didn’t seem to mind, he told us he’d been playing with his dogs when he got the call and hurried (the 40 kilometers, was that what he said?) here. Just after he left I found another source of water going the wrong way but we decided it could wait until today when the kind woman who seems to be responsible for practical matters in the neighbourhood was to come here and lock up the room we won’t be using nor paying for.

She did, and also noted the dripping in the kitchen and that it was no emergency to get fixed. Can everything please be good now?

The apartment is nice. Big and roomy. We decided to use the small bedroom and it was a great choice, it’s very calm and cozy with mini-leafy wallpaper. The bigger one has a slightly negative feeling to it, is too big for our needs and with a window on the entry floor so people can look in however much they like, yet we would only be able to look into a short slope with a fence and other houses. The small bedroom is one floor up since there’s a “souterrain apartment” (is the term used like that in english?) under us, and it has a view of the lake, like the rest of the rooms. The view by the way is amazing. I’ll add some photos later.

The kitchen and especially the toilet aren’t as nice though. The kitchen is decent enough but impractical as it is lowered as an adaption to handicapped people, so we (I too now) have to sit down when washing the dishes and cooking. The toilet is a monster from the sixties, two metres high and a few centimeters wide. There will be photos of that too, can’t be missed. We both have to climb onto it and hold on tight when up, because the lower lid rocks back and forward to sense if there’s a person on it. The reason for that is inside the bowl, a “genital area shower” that slides out of the bowl back and flushes one’s ass then dries it with hot air. It’s activated by pushing two levers just behind the arms of the user so carefulness is suggested when just sitting too. I almost forgot to mention that the first time we flushed, before we used the toilet at all, crystallised excrements came out of the tank and disappeared into the maelstrom. Nice.

On top of all this lies the stress of the monstrous rent we can’t afford and the fact that we will have to move soon again. I’m so tired.

And I think I’m going to stop making quotes of the now playing-info. Thanks DE by the way for changing my wordpress to swedish!
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