The day was going yesterday in such a great manner that success at the end of it was bound to happen. I got my hopes up so much about finally finding an apartment that there was no stopping my joy. It all kind of crashed in my face after having the meetings with my new real estate agent and the places we went to search.
The first place was just a couple of minutes from my current residence, positioned just below Vouliagmeni Ave. in what seemed the second floor of a family house. It wasn't so bad when I gave it the first sight after a kind of spineless and creepy young bloke opened the door for us. Big balcony, nice small kitchen extended to the living room. The bathroom was quite poor quality with the worse shower I seen so far and and a very low ceiling. The surprise and shock was going downstairs to meet the landlord who apparently is a Orthodox Priest. I was petrified by his reddish alcohol driven face, his black beard, furniture in his living room and ornaments, pictures, painting and all the religious gibberish and kitsch surrounding his palace. It was a definite no no!
The second place was about sixty meters from my petit penthouse on the ground floor of what seemed a very old building. The landlady appeared descending from the main hall stairs and seemed to be the similar age with the house.
The problem about this place is that it was very big and because of this very costly. By entering you immediately got that damp smell of mold and old furniture, which was abundant and asking whether we can dispose of it and bring new furniture, we received a negative answer putting another no on the offer. Well, the place was kind of big and with some amendments it would have looked nice, but the kitchen was not amendable whatsoever and it was exactly the kitchen that made me refuse this with a definite decision. I am a cook and I need my kitchen to be modest.
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