I’m munching on a Kinder Brioss on a sheetless bed in an empty and dirty E4: painters were in the apartment to fix some wet stains while M and I were away and there’s DUST EVERYWHERE.
Charming little alcove, right?
See the little window? That’s the storage space where M had his inflatable mattress at. See the door on the right? That’s were I slept, on another inflatable mattress, sharing the room with a very peculiar Chinese-French-Italian-English speaking Chinese lady who teaches French literature somewhere upstate NY (…I couldn’t even complain on Skype, she would have understood every word, in any language I could have chosen). The mess in the front was the “bedroom” of a Turkish dancer, who spoke in a funny English and who at some point gave me some weird ballet flats and a shirt from her huge rack of stage clothes, on the left. That mass of clutter on the right behind the ladder is an indescribable mass of s**t, including two burners, the closest thing to a kitchen available in the apartment.
We snuck into the country some awesome parmigiano and I’m already missing my mom’s cooking (so is M). We gained a little weight while being in RM (yes, even skinny M did!), but I guess the cleaning spree will help us getting back in shape right away.
I’ll be posting things about RM, as soon as this place is sanitized.