A hostel life

In the house where I stay right now there are officially 4 tenants; Patricio Estrellita, Kirill, Mike and Olof.
Olof is rarely there. Kirill has a gf with whom he stays from time to time... most likely so that he doesn't need to walk up to mountain (to be explained) and same goes for Patricio Estrellita. So technically only Mike counts.

The view

Now, there's also me, obviously, who is supposed to stay on the couch. Then we have Hubert visiting from time to time (read 3-4 days once a week) who sleeps where ever there is space. This week we also have Euan visiting from Scotland, who sleeps on the couch supposedly.
Last week Alejandra stayed for a day or so and so did Jasmin and Cissi. Once two girls even came for an after party, that failed, and stayed over (don't ask me where). Another visitor this week was Katie.

Anywho, I never told you about the house. The house is up in Mariebo, which is on a mountain, some might call it a hill, I call it the mount Everest of Sweden. It takes about 20 min to walk up there, and I can assure you that a gym card is not needed since it's a real work out.
The house is quite big, 4 bed rooms, 6 beds, 4 couches, a nice kitchen with a dish washer, a less nice bathroom and an awesome livingroom with an open fire and an incredible view of the city (since we're up on the mountain).

Life at the house is nice and relaxed, with emphasis on relaxed. People hang out in the livingroom watching TV and eating cheetos, or we just sit around with our computers eating chips.
From time to time one can hear a deep voice calling out "Ciggie time", which means that the smokers in the house will gather around in the hallway trying to get out on the porch asap to enjoy this moment of pure health (since the air is cleaner at this altitude).
Privacy is non-existent at the house and that is actually ok.

I would say that our house is just like a hostel, a nice, not so clean one.

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