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Apparently, apartment hunting in Berlin is just as crappy now as it was two years ago. Or even crappier because apartments have become even more expensive. My favorite example from two days back: one room (as in: one room to sleep, live and eat in, but at least a separate kitchen), 38 square meters, 400€ (gross, that is including water and heating). What the hell is wrong with landlords here?
Also, what's so hard about making a couple pictures of the apartment you're offering (good pictures, because, people, you do want to get rid of the apartment and showing it in the worst light isn't helpful with that) and scanning the floor plan to add it to the exposé? How do you think does it make your apartment attractive if I can't see how it looks?
Hopefully, a friend of my father's who works in realty part-time stands by his offer to help me find a new place to live. I honestly could use a little professional help here...
Also, what's so hard about making a couple pictures of the apartment you're offering (good pictures, because, people, you do want to get rid of the apartment and showing it in the worst light isn't helpful with that) and scanning the floor plan to add it to the exposé? How do you think does it make your apartment attractive if I can't see how it looks?
Hopefully, a friend of my father's who works in realty part-time stands by his offer to help me find a new place to live. I honestly could use a little professional help here...
), Basilikum, das ich mit Teilen des Italian Matchstick Garden, den die Schwestern mir geschenkt haben, ausgesäht hab und natürlich der alljährliche Versuch, Lavendel und Salbei über den Winter zu kriegen 
(der letzte ist wieder daneben gegangen... Überraschung). Dazu muss ich dann allerdings das Zeug noch kaufen. Und vermutlich nochmal ein paar Wagenladungen Erde, sowohl normale Blumenerde als auch Kräutererde. Was das wieder kostet 
Aber dank der tollen wunderbaren großartigen Gummihandschuhe, die mir die Schwestern geschenkt haben, muss ich wenigstens nie wieder Erde an den Händen fürchten 
(ja, ja, das is bekloppt, ich weiß... ich gärtnere gerne, aber ich HASSE das Gefühl von Erde an den Fingern... verklagt mich doch). 
