It was all a con
I was an American student studying abroad for a month, and while the apartment is very nice and is in close proximity to the metro, I had many problems. The door the apartment was jammed shut from the heat, often times I would be stuck out in the hall and would ultimately have to get the building super to help me somehow jiggle open the door. Then, the absolute worst part, the toilet made this constant noise - after flushing for up to 5 or 6 hours, it would make a hissing noise and re-flushing itself. The family that lives below me often times came up at all hours, one time at 2 am, to complain and, as my french is not great, they were not pleased with me since I couldn't convey to them the problem accurately. But despite that, the furnishings are very beautiful... and very expensive and I was made aware of that the moment I stepped into the apartment. Nervous, I rarely had anyone over, only my mother for a week and made sure to eat out and never bring food/drinks onto the nearly 3,000 (american dollars) coffee table. Upon my arrival, I noticed 2 little blue dots about the size of, say half a pinky nail. I just thought had always been there since it was my first day there and I hadn't even touched it. Well, upon my inspection on the day I was leaving, I was very confident that the apartment was sparkling clean ( I hired a professional company to come in and clean). Towards the end of the inspection, everything seemed great, the apartment was even cleaner than when I arrived, and I even went out and bought a fan and a wall converter and decided to leave them there to be nice so someone else could have that and not worry. Well, almost as if he planned it (cough cough), he started walking to the kitchen from the bedroom, and took a glance at the couch/coffee table from a pretty far distance and then all of a sudden started freaking out over the two little blue dots on the already grey/blue. He had to of know they were there, because it's impossible to see unless you're up close. Well, he ripped it to me. Started cursing and yelling, he made me get down on my hands and knees and scrub the table for nearly 20 minutes as he made calls. Now, It's getting really close to when I have to leave for the airport and he says he will not let me go unless I give him nearly 1,000 US dollars. I couldn't afford that. I assured him I would send him the money when I could, within a few weeks, but he had to TAKE A PIC OF MY PASSPORT before he'd let me leave. TRAUMATIZING.
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