my first living situation

 arrival at 2 in the morning at the airport. my foundation told me that someone would be waiting for me, but there was no one with a paper with my name on (didn't surprise me a lot). so i waited like an hour, then tried to call from a phone box (cause my phone doesn't work in this country). some women came to offer me their help. they called the foundation from their mobile and were talking so angrily, even if i was just like: whatever.. finally the boss of the foundation picked me up (he was just coming home from a party with his whole family in the car) and brought me to some apartment of an elderly lady. i was actually expecting my host FAMILY to have a girl and a dog. next morning i understood: as everyone thought that i would come 24 hours later, my actual host family was away for the weekend. so i went to my future host mother's mother. the photo above is the view out of the room i had there. in the blue building on the left (top floor) lives my actual host family.

 when you enter the building, you can pray. by the way: the host grandmother locks her doors (yes, there are 2) with 2 chains and padlocks, then prays.

 that's my room in the actual host family's house. about 4m2, half of it used for the bed. no window. but at least a private bathroom. with electric shower that never works.

 that's the view out of the window that is closest to my room :-)