Since some of you were sweet enough to worry about me, here's a quick news flash:
I've just come back from our staff trip to Esslingen, which couldn't have been better timed. I've never ever been so glad to leave this flat as on Thursday morning. Actually, I was at the station half an hour early... Anyway, it was great to get away and be able to tell my story and regain some kind of perspective during the course of the day. I admit, I was quite shaken and fragile all day Thursday - and what the shock hadn't done, the lack of sleep certainly did - but it was alright. Seriously, isn't it strange how a bit of daylight makes all the difference?
Today I eventually got hold of my landlord and, lo and behold!, he was really friendly and understanding. He promised to speak to some person about how to best secure my door and that he'd also try to get in touch with Downstairs-Guy (i.e. slip a note underneath his door because apparently D-G has neither a phone nor does he answer the doorbell) and let him know that if something similar should happen again, he might have to give him notice. Which is kind of him, but I hope it won't give D-G a grudge against me...
Anyhow, that's how it stands. Of course, nothing is going to happen security-wise for a couple of days at least, and all the helpful hints about blocking the door handle with a chair/broomstick only ever seem to work in movies. But nevermind, they would've been no use anyway, only given me a (false) sense of actively having done something to protect myself.
As it is, all is calm so far. He's home, but not doing anything spectacular - quite like the two years before Wednesday, as I'd like to remind myself.
I hope my mind/ears/heartbeat won't be playing tricks on me when it's time to actually go to sleep.
So there you go. Big, big girl in a big, big world and all that...
I've just come back from our staff trip to Esslingen, which couldn't have been better timed. I've never ever been so glad to leave this flat as on Thursday morning. Actually, I was at the station half an hour early... Anyway, it was great to get away and be able to tell my story and regain some kind of perspective during the course of the day. I admit, I was quite shaken and fragile all day Thursday - and what the shock hadn't done, the lack of sleep certainly did - but it was alright. Seriously, isn't it strange how a bit of daylight makes all the difference?
Today I eventually got hold of my landlord and, lo and behold!, he was really friendly and understanding. He promised to speak to some person about how to best secure my door and that he'd also try to get in touch with Downstairs-Guy (i.e. slip a note underneath his door because apparently D-G has neither a phone nor does he answer the doorbell) and let him know that if something similar should happen again, he might have to give him notice. Which is kind of him, but I hope it won't give D-G a grudge against me...
Anyhow, that's how it stands. Of course, nothing is going to happen security-wise for a couple of days at least, and all the helpful hints about blocking the door handle with a chair/broomstick only ever seem to work in movies. But nevermind, they would've been no use anyway, only given me a (false) sense of actively having done something to protect myself.
As it is, all is calm so far. He's home, but not doing anything spectacular - quite like the two years before Wednesday, as I'd like to remind myself.
I hope my mind/ears/heartbeat won't be playing tricks on me when it's time to actually go to sleep.
So there you go. Big, big girl in a big, big world and all that...
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