What?!
Yes, in Rome it Rains in Rooms.
Our room, our two housemates’s rooms, and one of the bathrooms, to be precise.
It happened like this.
I woke up and heard a dripping sound. *Ploop* …. *Ploop* it annoyed me and I couldn’t get back to sleep bfore I knew what it was.
I nudged Gaby, who growled, “I hear something weird, can I turn on the light?” *Grumble* “Yeah…” *Sleep*
So, I got up, turned on the light and… it was raining in our room!
Changed into clothes, opened door to hallway, found two housemates standing there, mouths agape. I went “Che cosa..” A finger pointed to the room next to ours… It was coming down like the Niagara falls…
It was also… 6 in the morning…
We moved our beds from under the rain and tried to get back to sleep, Gaby succeeded. I, however, did not. I asked Maria Cristina what happened and she told me.
They woke up about the same way I did, although I believe the Niagara falls might have been a bit worse than my rain.. So they went to see what the hell was going on.
They rang the upstairs neighbour’s bell for a couple of minutes before finally, they heard someone shouting “Ma che cazzo succede?!” (Roughly translated into: “What the f*ck is going on?!”So they knew they were at the right house. She came to open the door and water was up to her ankles. The entire apartment was flooded… She’d slept through the whole thing. Eventually they found out that some piping had sprung and it was all a big mess.
This is now about a week or more ago, and since then the room has smelt and tasted like a mineshaft. Every morning I wake up coughing and every night when I come home from work I walk into a wall of brickdust. It’s quite depressing, though I must say, the last days have been better on the amount of dust in the room…
Today a man came to see what should be painted over.
