My Refuge

Sorry for the bad quality but I still have a net in front of my windows.

 

This is my refuge. Here I sleep, eat, create, read...think and be.

This place has became like an island for me...a safe place .

I only must lie or sit down and I become still...relax at once.

Don Salino is always by my side.

 

My living situation has become worst...yesterday I even phoned the firebrigade because

it rained heavily through the ceiling ...I saved almost 30 liter of water in buckets.

The firebrigade said it is not their business...it is the landlord's and court's business.

 

I cannot explain all the circumstances here. Someone who has not lived in a situation

like this cannot know and understand the bureaucracy one has to go through until a good

result comes out. It is a long way...

I have not find another flat yet because the houserents are increasing and I don't want to go

into the next disaster by taking a grungy appartement.

My major tasks these days: phone the landlords to tell them about the next water

(horrible telephone bills because of phoning mobile numbers)...listen to their lies

but don't believe a word...looking at flats...introduce myself to housing associations

and other landlords...

Trying to find relaxation and laugh about this ludicrous situation.

Done