Saturday, May 19, 2012

invitation to a party...

In my home town, Wrzesnia, I don't have problems with my neighbours... I live in a block of flats;  there are a lot of young couples with small children or sometimes elderly couples with pets.
But in Poznan, I live in a tenement house near the city centre. My neighbours are young people, teenagers, just students.
Last time, the neigbours from one floor below me organised a party. About 8 pm they started gathering. Minute by minute, the noise was growing up. About 11 pm when I was drinking a coffee, we heard a doorbell. My flatmate opened the door and she noticed 3 boys with an empty bottle. They asked if we have an alcohol because they were late to the 'Zabka' shop. My flatmate is very clever. She filled an empty bottle (slang: 'dead man') after the Finlandia and she gave them. Of course in it there was just a running water but they were completely drunk so they didn't see and feel the difference.
It was Tuesday and we had plenty of learning for Wednesday... We thought that there will be calmer but... there was only worse. Just a while after midnight, we decided to go to the ground floor and use the entry phone. So we introduced us as a police and we said that the party is over, but the answer was : Oh, really? Come and party with us! '' We were totally resigned, we back home and tried to learn in this noise. But I was a little bit luckier because I had the earplugs...