After showering today, I found myself drying off in front of my fan as my bath towels were still drying on the line. I had a movie playing and the AC was also on. With the noise in my apartment I didn't think I heard the doorbell the first time it rang and aside from that, the doorbells here sound like a bird chirp instead of the usual “ding dong”. Once I realized someone was at my door I turned the fan off and hit pause on my movie. At this point I wasn’t sure how long they’d been at my door so I start rushing to get dressed when the person at my door began holding the doorbell down, making the cute bird chirp sound like a horrific screech. After just a few seconds they start beating and pounding on my door!
I realize I need to call for help. I dial 3 friends…no answer. Great.
The doorbell is still sounding like a bird being tortured at the end of a megaphone and the pounding continues. I’m fearing for my life thinking that no one in their right mind would greet someone at their door this way so I run to my bathroom and start looking for a way to escape or defend myself.
There’s a small window. I wonder if 4 flights of stories would be too high to jump down? Of course I knew the answer. Why aren’t there emergency staircases here?! Realizing I’ll have to face this person head on, I start looking for a weapon.
Then it all stops.
I’m shaking and feeling helpless. I want answers. WHO was that?! Were my friends playing a terrible joke on me??
I make my way quietly to the door and look through the peep hole. No one was standing there. Not a single person looking back in anger. Not a single friend falling over from laughter.
Moments later when I regained composure, was fully dried off and properly dressed, I noticed I had a missed call from the building manager. She always called prior to anyone coming to the flat if she was having them come to fix something. Had she forgotten to call? Still, I remind myself that their actions at my front door had exceeded inappropriate.
I call her back and she proceeds to ask me if I have a problem with anyone in the building. Baffled, I tell her I’ve never met any of the other tenants and I didn’t even know what my next door neighbor looked like. She informs me that someone had called the police and told them that I’ve been “having guests”. In areas where people are less educated, a foreigner can sometimes be presumed as loose or easy because of what they see portrayed in Hollywood movies. So because friends had come to check on me in my flat when I was sick, someone assumed that a Moulin Rouge ordeal was taking place (which is illegal) and found it appropriate to report me. The terrible misunderstanding was easily cleared up and as furious and insulted as I felt about it then, I can only laugh about it now.
“Come what may”. – Moulin Rouge