It doesn't matter if you want it back, you've given it away

[sovay]

The landlord insists (his wife, who he handed the phone to, insists) that the building inspector called him this morning and told him not to worry, fourteen windows in the apartment are just fine, it's only the two he already knew were a problem in February that he needs to fix and therefore no letter is forthcoming because no letter is necessary and I have no grounds for complaint and neither does my housemate and all this conversation took place after six o'clock on a Friday, meaning I cannot get to the Department of Public Works to find out what really went down until Monday and between then and now I will have to deal with the landlord. Who will not put anything in writing, because as his wife reminds me English is not their first language and what good would a letter that wasn't in English do me? (I said I didn't care if it was a letter in Portuguese. She said she wouldn't write it.)

And after an hour with the heat at 68°F, the bedrooms are 61° and 63°. I cannot tell if this is an effect of the caulking or the outside temperature being 36° as opposed to last week's 21°. Either way, it does not seem like a fix to me.

I do not feel this is my home.

[edit] I do not know if I can talk about this anymore, either. I can't even think how to finish this sentence.

Comments

[marrael.livejournal.com]

I'm so sorry. Are they the kind of people who would balk if you pointed out the slight advantage that you have with the city because you speak english and they "don't"? (Ignore this if it's not helpful.) No matter what language they speak, ignorance is no grounds for ignoring laws and tenant rights in the country they're living in.

I'm hoping for you that some sense creeps into their heads soon.