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My Apartment – An Essay

My apartment is on the fourth floor.

It has one bedroom, one bathroom, a passage-way and a living room.

The kitchen is an isolated corner in the living room.

There is a large window in the living room.

From the window, I can see the Nieu Markt square and everyone walking on the street, trying to get from somewhere to somewhere.

There is an attic like bedroom on top of the living room.

The floors are wooden.

The windows are thin.

I can hear all the voices/noises from the streets.

I don’t know my neighbours.

I imagine about my neighbours. (My imagination for today is that my next door neighbours are Japanese and the one living on the floor below is a maniac killer who freezes people’s brains in the refrigerator freezer and then eats them up.)

I like my apartment.

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