My downstairs neighbor is kind of weird. I sometimes call him Hannibal Lecter. Not that he is a murderer or anything like that, he’s just kind of creepy and sketchy? Every time I greet him in the stairway he lowers his head, still keeping eye contact with me, and slowly creeps backwards, back into his apartment even though he was putting on his shoes to go out, just to come out again and leave when I am out of sight or past his door. This guy also watches me and my mother drive off from his Livingroom window whenever he can. What I like about him though is when he plays his AWFUL opera or jazz music (no offence) extremely loud, I liked it because I often close myself in my room away from my mother, and I listen to the slightly muffled, but still loud, music. It made me feel less alone, and as if we are listening to it together. Sometimes I even think about what he does while listening. Does he dance with his wife or simply by himself, would he read or just sit there staring at the wall like I do?
His son (who is in his 20s or 30s or something) who lived (or maybe still does) in America comes back to Iceland (which is where I or should I say we, live), stays in the small room in the stairway. He’s gotten arrested a couple of times, don't know the details but I remember when the police came and took him away when he was either high or drunk. My downstairs neighbor (Hannibal) and his wife (stepmother to his son ofc) would always tell the police to take him away because he would get violent. Same goes to the old guy in the basement just minus the violence (the basement guy also owns the whole building across from us and the gourd floor apartment in ours but no-one moved in for some reason. We would also wonder where he gets all that money from because he works a very low paid job to all of a sudden buy a whole building and an empty apartment that isn't in use by anyone).
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