oh hell
Um. God. I can't believe it. I cannot believe it. My boyfriend, who's at his home, does not in fact believe it, and says I should not either.
But apparently, yesterday someone came into our house. Apparently the same person who took my key a week or two ago (and I was so sure it was the landlord). And they took all the money. All the money. And God knows what else. In total me and the landlord have together lost almost a thousand euros (1400 dollars). (437 euro's mine, which was mostly for the lawyer's appointment I have this week.) Well, at least we're nicer to each other now that we're both financially in the ground.
My boyfriend suspects the landlord, but I don't think so - he and his daughters are really distressed about this. The thief stole from the daughters' piggy banks and purses, he stole their housekeeping money and my safety deposit which the man apparently stored at home.
Shit. Shit shit shit. I - can't really process this yet, I'm mostly thinking of my mosquito bites and how I smell of sweat and that everyone's nice to each other and that I have to go to my parents today and that I'm hungry but don't have bread in the house and that fucking mosquito bite that itches the most. Um. It's just money, it's just money (but you need it for food and lawyers and insurance). Well.
I hear a policeman downstairs, so I suppose I should go and give my two cents.
ETA: Not a policeman; landlord's father, sister and brother-in-law. Landlord called me from the police department for some info so he could file charges from the both of us.
The fuckers even stole the money from my boyfriend's wallet. And a handpainted Persian velvet-lined box my parents gave me. Oh my God I hope there was no jewelry/anything of value in there. Shit WHY can't I remember. I have to check if it's anywhere else. Oh God.
But apparently, yesterday someone came into our house. Apparently the same person who took my key a week or two ago (and I was so sure it was the landlord). And they took all the money. All the money. And God knows what else. In total me and the landlord have together lost almost a thousand euros (1400 dollars). (437 euro's mine, which was mostly for the lawyer's appointment I have this week.) Well, at least we're nicer to each other now that we're both financially in the ground.
My boyfriend suspects the landlord, but I don't think so - he and his daughters are really distressed about this. The thief stole from the daughters' piggy banks and purses, he stole their housekeeping money and my safety deposit which the man apparently stored at home.
Shit. Shit shit shit. I - can't really process this yet, I'm mostly thinking of my mosquito bites and how I smell of sweat and that everyone's nice to each other and that I have to go to my parents today and that I'm hungry but don't have bread in the house and that fucking mosquito bite that itches the most. Um. It's just money, it's just money (but you need it for food and lawyers and insurance). Well.
I hear a policeman downstairs, so I suppose I should go and give my two cents.
ETA: Not a policeman; landlord's father, sister and brother-in-law. Landlord called me from the police department for some info so he could file charges from the both of us.
The fuckers even stole the money from my boyfriend's wallet. And a handpainted Persian velvet-lined box my parents gave me. Oh my God I hope there was no jewelry/anything of value in there. Shit WHY can't I remember. I have to check if it's anywhere else. Oh God.