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0 comments | Saturday, March 13, 2010

This week, I get know a girl who has lived next to me for a while, who I have never seen before. She knocked on our doorbell this week, since a package of my other neighbor was delivered to her. Well, it sounds a bit weird right? Neighbor this and neighbor that....Well, in the apartment where I live, I have two house mates. One Dutch girl and one Dutch guy. We live in the same unit. In the flat, there are many units. So, the she-neighbor I mentioned, thus the girl I have never seen before, lived next to me.

What is so special about her? Well, I want to blog about her, since she is something special. No, no, no, she is not the girl I will like. She is special in the sense that she is the totally opposite of how I am. She worked in a gamble center and besides, she is not that "good" girl. When she knocked on our door, I smelled that she just smoked. I went to her apartment, since she did not have electricity and I offered her my help.

Entering her apartment, I was shock. It is a studio that is much larger than mine room. It must be around 42m^2. She was going to move out. So, her room is very messy. After I fix the electricity, I had a talk with her. From the talk, I noticed that she lived in a tough world. She had been kidnapped, raped, suffer hepatitis and her parents were very bad to her. She has a boyfriend who is from Morocco from origin. I think her boyfriend is very bad to him, since he didn't do anything for her, like fixing the electricity nor writing an e-mails.

I never thought I will meet such a person. I thought that in The Netherlands, such a person is very rare. But when I listen to her stories, I realised that many Chinese people here are very bad.....Sigh, where are the good people now?

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