
But as a shade in the night, nobody seems to have noticed him: Luis, the concierge, didn’t see him entering in the building, Mathilde didn’t hear him buzzing at the entry-phone or at the doorbell. We simply found a slip of paper stating that he passed without finding anyone at home.
Conclusion: we have to present ourselves at the police station on Monday at 7.30 am with a copy of our lease agreement to demonstrate we live in our home.
It’s a Kafkan situation, but perhaps by Monday this will be over…
da noi è venuto davvero... e ha pure controllato la casa
ReplyDeletenon ci posso credere!!!
ReplyDelete(ps: tanto per curiosita', dopo quanto tempo?)