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[1: 651 of 10,000] Scary Language Barrier

In Journal on June 9, 2012 at 7:42 PM

It’s apartment hunting today for me and my siblings. We dared to step in the cluster that scares us due to rumor that it has ghost lurking.

We got the flat number and used the elevator. As we step out of the elevator, an old lady saw us and spoke with us in a language that unfortunately we cannot understand. She seemed scared for us that we are moving in a very wrong alley and in the act of stopping us to whatever decision we are about to embark – it was an obvious warning sign. She was touching me and trying her best to relay a very important message but I can’t really make out what was she trying to say so I let go and proceed to see the unit.

Surprisingly scary, the flat is located at the very corner of the floor and it was still dirty like the last tenant was in a hurry to leave the place. It was a very disturbing viewing and I vote not to ever go back to that place again.

After the quick awkward view, we tried to speak one of the tenants of the floor who can speak English and got a good feedback that there is nothing to be worried about and the place is actually filled with families. He seemed believable and confirmed there was no ghost; but still the old lady made her point of scaring me and my sissies.

  1. I wish you Good Luck with future apartment hunting. Hope you’ll find a suitable apartment that doesn’t cost too much. Do your sissies have any priorities?

    Do you have no idea what language that woman spoke?

    • We do hope we find the perfect Apartment that is close to our work and wish with a pretty landscape around the community. I might say good bye for a balcony this time; but the search isn’t over.

      I think she was Pakistani.

  2. It’s rather strange that she didn’t seem to know any English. Yes, it’s kind of important that you can communicate somehow. Do you speak several languages?

    To have a balcony or not to have a balcony, seems to me makes for a different living. We have a private outside area at the back of our home, but we can reach it only through the laundry door. I think if we had French doors leading from the living-room area to the back we’d use the outside sitting area more often. In Berlin we usually lived in an apartment with a balcony. I always loved sitting outside on the balcony. You are right, it’s also nice to have some landscaping around the apartments. As far as living close to work. If you can have this, that’s of course the best.

    • I can speak English, Tagalog, a local dialect in the Philippines Ilocano; I can speak a bit of Fookien, Mandarin, Arabic, and tiny tiny bits of Italian. I owe it to myself to finish my Italian CD lesson. 😀

      I love Balcony too especially if the view is either sea or garden. 🙂

  3. Wow, that’s seven languages! These days Peter and I use both English and German.German of course is our first language. I had a lot of English at school, also a few years of French, a bit of Latin, and at commercial school some Spanish. But except for English I don’t use what I learned at school. A few years ago I tried to catch up with a bit of French. But sadly I didn’t keep it up. Ah, we tried to pick up a bit of Italian before we traveled to Italy. We were there only for a few days. Luckily a lot of Italians could understand a bit of English. Some said they had cousins living in Australia!

    • Wow, that’s awesome. Latin intrigued me and French always has flair of sophistication.

      Spanish invaded the Philippines for more than 300 years so our local languages have smudge of Spanish.

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