I see dead people…
Don’t you hate it when you write a huge blog post only to lose it
damn.
Anyway, we had to move apartments on Mayday, it was a very early
start after our late night out with the recently relegated Match
Racing Aussies. We had to be up and the crack of dawn to pack and
get out of town before the hoardes of tourists decended.
So I left my historic loft apartment with water views, for
something quite different. Past the cemetery further out of town we
arrive at our new place, in its stalin-esque building and
furnishings straight from the 1940s. You can’t help but feel
someone died here recently.
The view outside is still nice. You don’t want to focus too hard on
the carpets, or furnishings inside though, such ghastly patterns
may cause epileptic seisures…
Even so, it does have character - of a sort. You’ve gotta love
it.
