The Olden Days

Pic taken ca 2001, welcome to my flatsharing-place.

Hopefully my third and last one. Or maybe when we´re old and alone we go back to that? Who knows.

Am I frugal? I still have the very same furniture.

My first job.
My still current one.
Since I didn´t know if I keep it (different to what I studied) I went into flatsharing with Marco and Christine.

I had a "bunk bed" in there but... height, huh?
So every day I used this fouton.

That TV. Was the only one. Was used in my absence by everyone... I actually had no room of my own. Until Ingo, after some Chinese guests broke down stuff, shut it down to just my use. Kindergarten, huh?

Marco´s side.
He played the guitar. And the harmonica. Late.
We fought a lot.
He was in his 50´s, professor for agriculture, in China often.
He still lives there, I met him - I get our bread at the bakery there still.

Christine moved out, Stefan moved in.

Stefan moved out and Paola moved in.
She really gave me the creeps and I finally, finally looked for an apartment on my own.

In the aftermath I never understand why I - and Ingo!!!! - lived with this concept so long!

The "living room/kitchen" was right in front of my door...

Privacy? Nope.

Thanks, Paola, for freaking me out!

Haha, friend P and I cooked.
Marco, who was weird also, as in eating bread that was partially mouldered, put a penny in front of my door he "owned" me...
Put on the big oven to heat a slice of toast...

He said, smells yummy! And I... not meaning anything bad, replied, tastes great, too!.
P, later, why didn´t you invite him?!!!

Just didn´t occur to me. Penny, huh?

I lived there... three whopping years.

And Ingo accepted it!
Was all we knew.
Never.Again. Not as a couple, seeing each other only on weekends.

How about you, pro or con flatsharing, nice/bad/none experiences?