nuraissibiri
March 11, 2024
These are apartments in an old residential building within walking distance of the Vatican. There is an unpleasant smell in the corridor, something is wrong with the ventilation. Water from the sewer began to flow into the bathroom. I rushed to call all the phones, wrote in messenger, submitted photos and videos. For 1.5 hours, not only did no one come to help, but they simply didn’t even read my pleas for help. Water flowed from the bathtub into the room, soaking the suitcases packed for the trip. The child and the suitcase and I climbed onto the bed and called for help. There is no one at the entrance, neither the concierge nor the administrator. I ran around ringing the doorbell on the next floor, on the staircase, on the floor below, but no one opened it for me. Everywhere there were tourists like me, and they didn’t know anything and didn’t want to interfere. If it weren’t for the disgusting food smell at the entrance and the sewer blockage incident, life would have been normal. As a result, the administrator came to us, wiped the floor, and moved us to another room. Tomorrow it will be served on the roof. Everything is simple, but tasty and quite romantic. Wi-Fi drops out periodically. The bed linen is clean. The room is cleaned daily
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