G'Day!
I moved into an apartment given to me by my New Uni yesterday but I could not sleep there. My girlfriend, a Japanese friend( My ex- colleague) and myself sat on the same removal mini truck that transferred my luggage. I was welcomed by my liaison( Amy) who was getting into her car for the lunch break.She had another girl with her( A student) who had taken us to our new apartment. I was told that I would be living on 3rd floor but that girl took us to 5th floor. Opening the entrance door what we witnessed was a complete 'Haunted House'. About 2cm of thick layer of dirt, broken ancient furniture also covered in dust, no TV, dvd player, aircon, drinking water , no nothing.My girlfriend and the other friend got really really pissed off but I remained calm because I am a member of Raoul Saloon and I have read such tales of pain and agony.
We went down to the FAO lady called lady and portrayed the picture of a house where a ' foreign expert was supposed to live for one year at least. We prepared a list of the items that were needed by a normal human being to live in a place a house and gave it to her. She arranged 6 people clean and wash the floors and take away every old piece of furniture. She promised to have everything fixed in few days.
I was taken to the police too to the nearest police station in order to inform them about my present dwelling. Two uniformed lady cops took my short interview. I put it here verbatim for your amusement.
Q; Your passport says your are Muslim. Do you practise Islam?
A; The last time I had prayed was probably 20 year ago. I don't do it any longer.
Q; What do you eat? ( I thought I was an animal just discovered in Amazon forest)
A; I consume everything that a normal human being does in normal , everyday life conditions.( We dont eat fish eyes and dogs in our country and it's normal for most of the countries in the world)
Q: Do you teach part-time?
A; Never! ( offcourse I lied).
Cop A; You are not allowed to teach out of your contract because it is illegal.
Having finished this ritual, I was taken back to my ultra comfortable apartment where people were still trying to make it presentable. I packed my important stuff in a small bag. A few pairs of shorts, T shirts, MP3, and toiletries and came to my American buddy Sam. I was also asked by my liason to live in the apartment since it's olympic time and the police can check if a foreign lives at the place where he's been allowed to live? This retard does not understand that the house is not at all worth living as yet. Lights, faucets, curtains, it needs everything you name. I refused and told her to tell the cops the truth for my not living in that apartment, in case they bother to check.
She's gonna put my residence permit thing into the process in a day or two as she is a severe case of alzheimer's disease.I have noticed that on many occasions and Once I had notified that to her as well but she did not get what i had said.
More to come soon!