That’s it. I am so out of here.
I live in an area of Stockholm which is, to say the least, less than fancy. To summarise: annoying kids on mopeds; clichéd young men with tattoos and big scary dogs; swarms of unemployed middle-aged people who spend all their time at the local dive bar laughing at each other’s stupid jokes; people who dump their rubbish literally all over the place; criminals of every flavour including illegal booze dealers, organised gangsters, and the occasional messy murder.
Not to mention that my street has the highest percentage of inhabitants living on socialbidrag (not even sure what the English is – state hand-outs?) of any street in Sweden.
There is a great forest close by, and this is the only plus, as you can see. Excellent for running, walking, thinking, looking for beavers, and so on.
But fair enough, I knew this was a “budget” area when I moved in 3 years ago, which was why I got the flat so easily. And I have nothing against people living on state hand-outs (well, not much anyway) as long as they keep to themselves, learn how to use the laundry room and don’t bug me. But yesterday came the final straw, and now I’m stopping at nothing to get out.
The reason: shit on the stairs. (Click on image below at your own risk).
Yes, as I left the flat at 10 to drop off some rubbish I came across an unholy stink and a large clump of human excrement, which had been neatly deposited on the stairs I would have to take to get to the ground floor.
What kind of fucking moron would do that? What pathetic example of humanity would shit on the stairs of a building where people live, with their families? To be honest, I don’t even want to know. Instead I am moving out. Let the locals enjoy their quaint atmosphere of broken glass, garbage, dog shit and good times down at the last-chance saloon. But that’s it for me.
So I am now in the process of trying to swap my apartment for what is known as a “blivande bostadsrätt”, a rental apartment that will soon be eligible to be bought. And even though I have complained about this selling-out of apartments before, right now I actually don’t care.
I am also on the look out for a straight swap, one rental apartment for another, in any area that isn’t this one. Not the first option, but an option nonetheless.
I simply want to live where I want to live, preferably in the area in Stockholm with the absolute least amount of dobermans, tribal tattoos, mopeds and alcoholics with weak bowel control. And that’s all there is to it.