2 communists in my house
Everything started 3 weeks ago, when I was holding my back bag to get to the train station heading to Brussels, and found a Chinese guy in my flat, telling me that he’s our new flat mate. Wow, great, I was so happy as after having Iranian flat mates and knowing a lot about their country, it’s my perfect chance to know about another part of the world, which is interesting for me. When the guy entered his room and discovered that he hasn’t got bed sheets and covers, I volunteered by giving him my sleeping bag to use till I come back, but unfortunately didn’t had time to show him the instructions of “how to use a SLEEPING BAG”!!
When I arrived back after the weekend, I’ve found the guy thanking me for borrowing him my “pillow”, which I started the explanation that it’s not a pillow (that thing that you put your head over when you’re sleeping) but it’s a sleeping bag, which you can unfold and throw your body inside, but after a week, when he got the covers, I discovered that it was totally useless when he give it back to me, and thanking me again for the PILLOW!! Hmmm, ok?! So the guy’s got problem dealing with English, fine….but the other shock for me was that I’ve left the house before the weekend with everything organized, clean, and in order, but after the weekend the scene was a bit different, as there was a Chinese noodles and rice bomb exploded in the whole house, and because it was my cleaning week, I started hovering when I’ve found that the only thing getting into the hover is rice and noodles.
I’ve started to feel better that we’re catching a long deep cultural discussions, when I start one of those half an hour discussion with him nodding his head, that sometimes I feel dizzy and that the whole world is shaking around me, but that’s not the problem……the problem is that I discover that he don’t get much of what I’m saying!! My biggest surprise was one day when I was cooking and found him staring at the dish filled with pasta and asking me what’s that!!
Well, actually that wasn’t the problem that made me move the last weekend from the house, as the aggressive attitude of the Iranian guy who already made 2 ex-flatmates move out was the main reason, but this time, it was so barbarian attitude as I couldn’t avoid him anymore because we’ve been working on an academic project in the same group, and my cold attitude toward him made him furious and wanted to start a street fight!! So, I decided to move out to the next house with a guy from Vietnam, Indonesia and another German.
Though, since I’ve moved and I’ve been busy working on projects and stuff, but I’ve discovered that living with nice flatmates could turn your life better :)




