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Two and a half rooms.

One: Bed room.
It has one wall of yellow (?) cupboards and a double bed, or so it seems at a first glance. The double bed is actually two single bed frames with very thin mattresses on top. The silliness of this so called double bed is that no matter how one lies in it, even if you lay a still as a corpse you’ll end up sometime in the night with at least one limb stuck in between the two cots.
Lovemaking in this “double bed” is a gamble. If one isn’t careful and the love a bit rough it could break ones neck as the two bed slide apart so that the head is on one of the halves an the rest of the body on the other.

But the view from our window/balcony door (without a balcony) - is amazing.

Two: Living room.
It has the same view but double the amount of windows/balcony door (without a balcony) as our bed room. There are some built-in white bookshelves on the white walls and a Hodgepodge of quite ugly but practical furniture.

The best part about the flat is the view, one can stare at it for hours. At night it is as if we live in amongst the stars in the sky and by day we are small people looking down on the villages and olive trees in the valley below and on the hills above.

Half: Kitchen.
Tiny. The huge fridge eats up most of the space. I did care a bit about the very strange and strong smell that came from the fridge in the beginning. A smell similar to chlorine. The campus janitor told us to put a glass of coffee (ground) in the freezer and fridge and funnily enough the smell disappeared.

Also a part of the kitchen is a small gas stove. And being from Sweden where it is more common to have an electrical stove, I had in the beginning, a lot of respect for the small thing.
For something so small it is strange how intimidating it can be.

So for the first two weeks I treated it with the respect it demanded, not leaving its side for a second when it was a lit and always checking three times before I left that it was properly un-lit.

Then I got a bit more comfortable with it.
Which I shouldn’t have become.

It’s ok to burn the food once or twice, but to burn it about ten times in one week?!

Things go ever so much more quick on a gas stove.

Like hair for instance. One minute you have nice long hair and the next moment: wooosh and you have a nice smelly fringe.