Capricorn 22° (January 13)
I am still rather licking my wounds today. I won’t eat all day (again) but for two scrambled eggs with some mustard. It has been a very tough time all in all. We will come to some sort of temporary resolution and we will try our luck walking up to Columbia Road to Brawn without a reservation; and they will seat us at the bar which is fine. I’m having the Lonza starter and the Duck for a main. We share cheese and small carafes of Gamay. We both feel sad today which is little wonder.
The noise from the upstairs flat has been insupportable. It was loud from the first day we arrived, a cast of people coming and going, shouting in the hallways at all hours of the night, and by the weekend it was a massive party for days where it sounded as if dozens of peope were staying there. People were literally screaming at the top of their lungs for three nights straight and it sounded as if they were smashing furniture, which we found out was not hyperbole.
Yesterday we managed to speak to someone (cleaner? assistant?) who works for the owner who we believe is called Emilio? We learned that he has been away for months and was being alerted to the problem which is thus: He gave keys to a “friend” a french woman, apparently, who has been staying there and/or letting literally dozens of people stay there, all together, the entire time we have been here. Until just last night. The cleaner/assistant said that she had put word out to Emilio in Brazil that his entire flat had been trashed. The large group of partiers who have been staying there literally did break all his furniture and have completely trashed his flat. She confirmed that dozens of people were staying there all at once and completely destroyed the place.
We realize this is not your fault. However we feel totally stressed out, shocked, tired and completely gyped having spent money to be in a place that was advertised as quiet as we are here to work on a busincess/creative project and to see friends and fa;mily. We have been stretched to the limit of exhaustion and feel that we should be compensated, as should you, for the negligence caused by the owner, Emilio, of the upstairs flat. Presently we do not feel good about signing the guest book nor would we be able to recommend this residence to future guests. We are braced for yet another weekend of who knows what craziness is in store for us.
There may be a light at the end of a tunnel. J.L. wrote to say she is looking for someone to work on a project. That could be me. I have to see. I really do have more monetary goals in mind than I ever have before. Everyone finds their level–it’s the way of the world. I have to admit who I am and who makes me happy. Celebrated or tolerated, that old chestnut. I think of the days spent with J. D. and I can’t believe I wasted so much of my precious time on someone so gaslighting, selfish and narcissistic. I can pick ‘em. I chalk this up to the fact that my sibling dynamic was lacking (an understatement) and thus I take things in sibling-like relationships that I should never take. There was a purpose that time served I will readily admit to that but it was a waste of time and energy, really, when it comes down to it. And that weird boyfriend of his always made my skin crawl—he and his whole venal, insidious family—bleck, he was the worst. I think
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