Apparently, my apartment door was left open, so the guy maintaining the house wanted to be helpful and notify me of that.
The only thing I remember is how I half-chased him out, while he repeated "open" in broken English.
Jesus fucking christ, strangers in my home have always been the worst part of my nightmares. How the fuck do I go to sleep now?
My laptop is not super-expensive, but contains everything study and work related, besides all my pictures (only "backup" on the blogs). Lying on the table.
Ashtray used 4h ago on the window. Provably the smell of tobacco.
Keys to my everything.
Wallet.
If I wasn't scared shitless, paranoid about someone hiding somewhere here, I should really go check everything.
2 comments:
what the shit, i think he took my cigarettes. worst night ever
but i guess cigarettes is a small price to pay, in return for a warning that "your doors are open, idiot"
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