MY HIDDEN PLACE

I am going to show you where I've been secretly living for the past two years. |t's an open deserted space I found hanging on top of the Old CEC Bank on Calea Victoriei in Bucharest. It's a perfect location. Snack Attack is right across the street for food and Pizza Hut is a bit further up the street for toilet, since CEC's management thought it would be unappropiate to have me pissing all day long above their heads.
 
The first thing I noticed when I moved in? Everything was pretty dark and rusty. Right away i realised that I really needed some green. So I planted a huge tree right in the middle, don't ask me how. By the way, it's an apple tree and it's 3 years old. I know it looks bigger but do you know all those rumours about plants growing faster on classical music? They're true. All it took was three Mozart LP's and lots of tapwater. It's just lovely when it rains and you look through the branches and see the water falling; you feel like the richest guinea pig in the world.
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Second of all, after two months up there, I was really dirty. Pizza Hut no longer have showers in their toilets, so I had to find a space for my ritual reading in the bathtub. Since everything inside was pretty one room, I was entirely discouraged. Suddenly, I looked up and found the perfect private area, right in the middle of the city, a small structure with glass walls, surrounded by tall buildings. It was perfect. There was just one problem, I had no space to hide my beautiful blue towel without being seen by the people in the street. So I'm paying somebody in a building nearby to bring me the towel everytime I ring a huge church bell I had installed without the Bank's permission. Your can hear it twice a month.
 
 
Other than that, there's nothing special about this house. Just a couch, a table, a TV hanging on the tree, right below the squirrel's house, a lamp, some chairs and a bunch of laser guns, just for fun and maybe for taking over the entire building one day.
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Now I live in a rented three-room apartment that has been previously distroyed by 8 metal-loving female students through continuous headbanging. My neighbours love me. The apartment in located in a lovely area near Rondul Cosbuc, in the heart of one of the last Uranus islands left standing by Ceausescu's mechanical army. The neighbourhood is half human, half dog.