"Did he just say dick?"

Our stay in the couchsurfing house was a bit of a nightmare. One of the tenants there, Pepsi (I won't call him by his name, of course, but it was Pepa), was really hostile and selfish. I felt it as soon as he spoke to us for the first time. I felt his overwhelming need for dominance, just a dash of jealousy and a messy  interest in chaos. I'm not saying I'm like Goku and can see his ki's aura, it was jusst a feeling probably generated by microexpressions and body language which I wrongfully attribute to "feel". This was as disconcerting as it was confusing, because the two other were peaceful, open-minded and quite welcoming. 

Anyways, Pepsi was czech. Our host, Curry, was indian, and the other tenant, Hermes, was Greek. They hosted a lot of parties and had an organ in the hall, which was awesome. They didn't have a fridge and used the cold as a way to preserve food. They did have, however, a big wooden box with salt where they stored meat, which was quite interesting, as this was the first way humans stored food for longer periods of time without it rotting. We were also introduced to the wonderful concept of shower in one room, poop in another. It's uncommon in my country, but it makes sense and it avoids conflicts of private use. One plus!

I said they had a lot of parties, but those were too wild for our pure hearts. This is a joke. They just didn't make any parties while we were there. Even if they did, they would be too wild for us. They were also raising something that only lives in some tribes in Africa and Polinesia, and that has long been extinct in our more """civilized""" society. In that house there was also one room, the room of the unconcious unlocking, which was scary and made us shy away from a prolongued stay. 

One day, we had just arrived home and we met Curry at the entrance. He had his snowboard, as he had just come back from snowboarding. Three minutes later, Pepsi arrives and we become witnesses to the most impolite demonstration of unsatisfaction ever. He was right for being mad, as Curry had damaged his 700€ board, but still, Pepsi had guests and, though he got shaken badly, he should've held the gas inside the can until it was safe to explode. So, as you can imagine, it was a sugary caffeinated mess in the hall, and me and my sunshine decided to leave. Other factors had already planted this idea in our heads, but this was a good moment to go with a plausible excuse.

Did I mention they also had Cerberus living there and that he growled at us everyday? No? Well, they did and it was a bit scary because that dog was big, and I am 1,87m, so... 

Therefore, because of all these situations, we treated Curry to some curry, learned how to say "thanks" (diky) and left to an airbnb apartment in order to gather some inner peace. 

P.S.: My boyfriend used the word dick as a way to remember diky and, one day, instead of diky or dick, he said pu*sy to a waiter who understood english. :) it was funny and we laughed ourselves out of that restaurant instead of being thrown out.