Finding an apartment in Geneva is like finding a needle in a stack of hay. And it is a little depressing to say the least. However, tonite I saw an apartment that I liked and will apply for it first thing this morning. On my way out, I met the former concierge - a little old man named Francis who has been living in the neighborhood for 41 years. So I guess he is about mid-sixties. If I get the apartment, he will be my downstairs neighbor. He loves the neighborhood, he told me I should get somebody to recommend me, told him that he should recommend me because I am a nice girl, I am fairly quiet (to which he replied: "If you are too loud, I have a broom anyway and I will know on the ceiling).
During the course of the conversation, the current concierge came and joined us. Francis asked if any black, and/or eastern european people came to see the place because he does not like them (I noticed that the Swiss tend to be a little racist). I asked him how he felt about americans. He likes them and then he went telling me about his trip to SF and California back in 1984. Francis reminds me of my grand-father. He even said he would look after Halcy if I happen to go away on vacation or the week-end. So cross-fingers, and hopefully I will get the place.
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