Don`t know if anyone follows my stories about my neighbours in here? But i have a suspicion as to who punch a hole in my basement door and stole my guitar.

Ever since i have lived here i have noticed that someone is smoking in the basement where we have lockers as those you can find on a loft. Its for storage.

For about 2 years ago someone had punch a hole in the door leading to my storage locker.
Then a year after that someone had removed my padlock and stolen my guitar. The guitar was later found by the janitor lying on the floor in one of the corridors in the basement.
I haven`t noticed that anything else has gone missing but the punch in the door was seriously disturbing me, as it was an act of aggression. The locker rooms have the same numbers as the flats, so i couldn`t help to wonder if that was an attack on me?

So these incidents go back a few years, and i wonder if it could have been some neighbour that i had some minor row with, yet now i know that isn`t the case.

There`s an elder adolescent living in my block, he is a muslim and i think his father is a man who gave me nasty looks when he saw i had a boyfriend many years ago.

I know his son smoke (if its his son? I am not sure?). This son is a smoker, a few days ago i saw him coming up to the front door smoking, so obviously he is no longer hiding that he is smoking.

He never greets me when i see him ( the son), i wonder if he smokes pot too because he seems so distant.

I wonder why he did those things to my locker? Is he in a bad relationship with his father? That elder muslim seems like a radical muslim, so i imagine him to be quite strict with his son.

The other day i was checking the fuse box since my electric system was down, the son walked passed me and went into the basement.

He didn`t come back and i wondered what he was doing there in the middle of the day? So that is why i am positively sure that was him, who else smokes in a basement?

The janitor fixed the door back then and seeing as i can`t find anything else that has been stolen, i rest for now, but it gives me creepy feelings.

Its really peculiar how few people there are needed to cause a fight.

If you look at the world you can see many dictators been and gone, who have all caused pain and torture to thousands of people.
That`s basically one man`s mad idea of how "his" world should be and those who disagree pay with their lives.

In my small world it was a stepfather who did most of the damage.
He came in and wanted things done exactly the way he wanted them, if they weren`t then he would make them be in his stubborn and childish ways. Resulting in major splits, broken relationships and lots of pain.

I guess it was his way to say "Fu** You".

Had a cold so i have been down for some days

Some years ago i was walking around in the neighbour hood and i heard some gunshots. I called the police and turned and walked the opposite way. Then about a week later i walked in that same area and i discovered a bathtub with 3 bullet holes in them.

Had the shooter turned around at any point and aimed his gun at something else, i might not have been here today.

I was within 1 (american) mile and so in the shooting range for a gun, since a normal gun can travel 1-2 miles (if it doesn`t hit anything).

There has also been some shooting even closer to where i live. There is a bus station right behind my block where police found some pellets (empty bullets?/empty cartage?empty shells?) don`t know what you call them in english?

Guns are not toys.

I used to have a math teacher in school who would sit in the court yard talking with students.
One day he told me about a guy he knew who had worked several years abroad as a guide or one of those who works in a big hotel complexion. They can have multiple tasks, like doing aerobic, looking after children, going on trips, making cabarets etc..
They are like small celebrities in the hotels where they work, and they work long days.

There is a lot of happiness and alcohol surrounding them 24/7.
Its like a party that never stops.

And it was always sunny where he worked, he was always surrounded by lots of people who needed him.

Then he got back on the plane back to cold Scandinavia with dark and freezing winters.
Scandinavians only drink Sangria when they are on holiday, and this guide soon turned into a lonely alcoholic.