was the year 2002, we approached slowly to Christmas and, because of conscientious objection I waited until 2003 to Florence (in the company of bardiccio, he objector and their "morose").
The spark that started it all dates from a few months ago. At that time, in fact, that dearest bitch who lived in our house, she complained of some losses from the pipes of our apartment, seeing the devastation of the kitchen and part of the outer wall had brought no results, our landlord (under the insistent pressure from the condominium and that bitch), taking advantage of the loss, to the exclusion, was found in the bathroom, he decided it was time for renovations. Apart breaking fucking have the home-builders, the real problem was to find someone who could accommodate us for a "spray flying" because, until the Epiphany, in Florence there was none. Thus failed to convince him to start work after the holidays.
Given this long introduction, try now to imagine my face when, on December 25, in the middle of the "mega-lunch with relatives," I received a call from Mason (note, the builder, not the landlord! ) I warned that December 27 would begin the work and not worry about the keys because, since there was no one at home (I would have arrived the day after) my dear landlord had failed to provide him with a bunch of stock. I can only say that my expression when I opened the door and saw a sea of \u200b\u200btiles, pipes, toilets and other "stuff bath" was in the middle of the rice (hysterical) and crying.
We omit the details of the work (I think pictures speak for themselves), it seems, however, that the infiltration was not due to a leak in the bathroom but to the poor state of sealing of our terrace.
Note: One must thank the fact that Marcia and Linda, while bardiccio was on duty and I was on the train, took steps to "fix the system"!
In pictures: the status of the work at 31 December
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