(I would like to see the apartment!)
I found two places in the newspaper, that looked promising. But I was too scared to call. So Alissa called. I’d transcribe the conversation, but I don’t remember it well enough. It went something like this:
“I’d like to see the apartment!”
“The apartment please”
“Where is the apartment?”
“Please speak slowly!”
“And the street?”
“Speak slowly please!”
“97, okay. Danke!”
The guy was impatient, so we took the phonetic spellings of the street, and tracked it down with Google Maps. Found it! Okay, now for the next one. I gave Alissa the number.
“That’s the same number I just called”.
“Sorry Mr. Frustrated!” and she dialed again. The call ended when he told her it wasn’t available, and hung up on her.
The next day, empowered by noting that it couldn’t get much worse than being hung up on, I dialed another place. After some stumbling, I asked if he spoke English, and he did. Bam! Got ourselves a viewing! On to the next one!
This time, he didn’t speak any English, and I think he was trying to correct my German. It was also possible that the apartment was already rented. I couldn’t tell. We exchanged sentences, where I didn’t understand what was going on, and he couldn’t tell me what was going on. We both laughed, attempted to say “sorry”, and hung up.
At least he was nice.