It’s 1h past midnight, and I have to get up at 8:30 to search for an apartment (again) (don’t ask), so I’ll make it short!
This week was QUITE something. Everyday I have to deal with like 10 different things, from opening bank accounts, to getting assurances, traveling and forth with the damn bus, moving to an apartment – and moving out of it the same day -, being in class from 09:00 to 16:00, going to the supermarket, carrying 20kg of stuff from Aix to my temporary (who is close to being permanent) residency in Puyricard etc etc etc. Pfff. Expected.
The two apartments I had found and was planning to move in, canceled. Yep. For the first one the owner (a stupid 65 yr old GAG), told me my “guarant” didn’t have enough income to cover me, (there is a law who sais that the person who guarantees for you should have a salary which is 3 times the amount of the rent) and as for the second apartment, well, that was a small adventure. To cut a long story short, the real-estate agent, a 45yr old separated mother, proved to be a psycho, and I thought that it wouldn’t be a good idea for such a person to have keys for my apartment. I moved in and out of the apartmnet within 8 hours.
Puyricard
Anyway, thank god yesterday we have an oportunity for a night out in Aix with a mostly-french-but-also-international-company, was fun, although the whole not having an apartmenet thing kills my mood. Anyway, It was like holidays being out for “a” drink. Afterwards we went to an irish pub and the french proved to be really loud when drunk. Singing and all. Really fun! They are still friendly polite and sociable even when drunk. Dammit I should cut down on the beer. Afterall we’re in France, I should change to champagne and sparkling wine. I tasted KIR. Nice, a bit sweet. Oh! I discovered that there is one greek in the university! The only one! Maybe the only one in Aix En Provence! We’re two! Oh and the guy with the greek restaurant.Hehe. So strange. You see a person you don’t even know and it’s like you see a good good friend! I was told thats how it feels when you find greeks abroad, but now I have the experience.
Oh, I also got some pics for ya. They’re also in a public gallery in Facebook, but whatever.
Puyricard
Bechard
fuck. It’s like 01:40 and I should getting going. really tired an sleepy and tomorrow will be a full day. Shopping and apartment day. At last some shopping. Wish me luck people… byebye
ps: “putain” is like “fuck”/”damn for english and “gamoto” in greek. They say it really A LOT (alongside with ‘merde’ = shit )
