My Asian landlord

I had a Brazilian landlady in my last year in Madrid. Well, it was a girl in a man's body. That was my last landlady (named boy but looking like a girl) before I moved to England.

So, when I arrived in Cambridge I though there won't be any more surprises. English/Indian landlord, as usually. How wrong I was!

A crazy Slovenian taxi driver (or Slovakien, I'm not sure) was my next landlord. When he wasn't working he enjoyed drinking as much alcohol as possible. Who wouldn't like a warm beer as breakfast? Would you? Neither do I. What about a shoot of something (which needed an XXX label) before going to bed? When you have a flatmate metting in a language you don't understand any word, you think you won't been in such a strange situation any more. But don't forget it's me who I am talking about.

So here I am. Living in a house with my boyfriend, two Romanian brothers, two Nigerian sisters and a Lithuanian. This seems the UN... In a bizarre version.

My landlord is a handyman. A freak one. He tries to repair everything broken at home. He tries, without succeeding at all. For example, weeks ago we had some problems of humidity on the walls. He painted it in a black plastic paint. Now we have a black coloured square on our room and a leak in downstairs toilet.

I haven't said yet where he is from. Vietnam! I don't understand how can he makes understand with his Lithuanian two-metres girlfriend. If one day I decide to write a novel, I'll write about all the weird landlords I have had. I'm sure It could become a bestseller.