As I said before, I come from Siberia and that means that I do not have a place to live in Moscow — at least not for a month or two during the orientation at my new job. Of course it means many other things too... but I digress. So I had to rent a place. Hotels were out of question: Nice places more like palaces... with the price per day that will make many royal palaces look cheap.
First idea was: Hostels! A quick check made it clear that the first idea was really bad. There are not that much hostels in Moscow... and the prices are sky-high. So apartment it was... until I saw the prices. 600 euros for a tiny flat?! No way!..
Now I rent a tiny room in what is just barely passes as a distant part of Moscow. There are drunk teens under my window, the smell of urine and shaggy dogs and unwashed people downstairs. There are two supermarkets which are almost empty, with personnel more likely to scwear at you than smile at you. Oh, and a powerplant. And garbage incineration plant. Nice neighbourhood, this one. And only US$ 300 a month. Nice city, isn't it?
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