Until 10 years ago, I lived in the old part of the city, a family house that was built in 1914.
It looked similar to this one.
My elementary school was located in that area where I lived, and all my friends lived in that area, with whom I still hang out to this day. I just spent a wonderful evening celebrating my birthday with three of them 🙂
In 2015, we moved out of that family home and I went to another part of the city.
Do I regret not living in the area where I grew up anymore?
It is a little, but for one reason I do not regret a little.
This is the reason I found in this week's thread
Have you ever had a terrible neighbor? If so tell us why they were so terrible, with examples.
Yes, I had a terrible neighbor, that is, a female neighbor.
In the building right next to my house, on the 1st floor, a fine artist lived, and I think still lives today.
Somehow, it is difficult to put an academically educated citizen and a horrible person in the same basket, but this neighbor was not so much a horrible person (when you met her passing by, she would be kind and smiling), as she had a creepy hobby.
She kept dogs in the apartment.
I love dogs, although I don't have any now.
I used to have a dog in my cottage when my father was alive, so he often stayed there, but now the apartment I live in is small and not suitable for the kind of dog I would like to have.
Someone larger, which is for the yard.
A dog's life in a small apartment and with my responsibilities, when I am away most of the day, would be a prison for the dog.
Maybe only fish would enjoy being my pet 🤣
Well, back to the topic.
I love dogs, but I have never seen the neighbor, who kept the dogs in the apartment, that she walked them.
Sometimes in the summer, when she opened the windows, she could hear barking from her apartment, but also an indescribable stench.
Several neighbors reported her behavior to communal services, various organizations for the protection of animals, the story appeared in the newspapers, but there was no progress. Probably the neighbor had the protection of a stronger politician who was able to hide her case from the eyes of the general public.
She still kept those dogs in her apartment.
I'm lucky, so I didn't live in her entrance, but the story told to me by my best friend, otherwise my school friend, at some point the realtor said the following.
He got a call from my neighbor with the dogs. She wanted to offer her apartment for sale.
He made an appointment with her to visit the apartment.
He was a little scared when she opened the door, when he heard the barking of the fall, but she reassured him when she said that the dogs were locked in one room.
He entered the apartment and when the neighbor closed the door behind him, he immediately regretted it.
The stench of the air in that apartment made him want to vomit, but the job had to be done.
She led him from room to room, and when they reached the bathroom, he was met with a scene like something out of a horror movie.
The toilet door was not closed, but removed and placed across the floor, as a barrier between the corridor and the toilet. And in the toilet, a dozen dogs, growling at each other trying to get to the food that the owner of the apartment threw on the floor of the toilet while they were passing through that corridor.
"There was no longer any need to stay there," he told me when we met that day, "my agency certainly won't work with a client like her."
"I only feel sorry for the dogs who were in a desperate state, their hair had fallen out in places, they were poorly nourished and dirty," he told me.
"What a terrible neighbor you have, I was afraid when I left the apartment. When she is able to take such care of her dogs, how could she behave towards people".
Just so scary that the story about her will end in this week's weekend assignment.
I still feel sorry for those dogs, even though none of them are alive, if not from starvation or infection, they died because of age, and their barking and whining still remind me of that stench that was sometimes felt from that awful neighbor's apartment.
Today, I pass through a central street and see an old pre-war villa, abandoned and neglected.
And I thought how interesting it would be if one of you wrote a story about your horrible neighbor who lives in a house like this, so I don't have to imagine the story in my head. Because even the idea of the story I could imagine scares me. It would be a real horror story 😱
