A Thursday two months ago I stepped into the kitchen and noticed a small puddle of grayish water on the floor. A huge moist spot of grayness covered the ceiling.
I called my landlord straight away. I told her that there was a leak and that either a pipe must have burst or some water might have accumulated on the flat roof. She said she would send someone straight away. I asked whether she needed the key – she said No.
I suppose I am an idiot. I assumed that the lack of phone calls during the day was a good sign and that, when I got home, it would all be fixed.
I felt some nervousness on the ride home. The bus was slow and my thoughts went a bit overboard. I scolded myself for ‘being ridiculous.’
Far from ridiculous. Continue reading