After writing all those eulogies… I feel justified complaining just a little. As much as I love my hostfamily I’m not sure I can stay with them. Right now I’m sick and MUTE. I lost my voice gradually over a period of a few days. Being the Besserwisser (know-it-all) that I am, I believe my own theory regarding the cause of my sickness.
My house and the neighbours house used to share a wall. More specifically, the houses used to share the wall of my room that’s leaking! The leak causes a major build-up of mould. Over the period of 24 hours every thing gets covered with a lining of white dust which bothered me a little in the beginning but my hostmother does dust all my clothes, bring them outside when it’s sunny and refold everything. She told me that the mould wouldn’t affect my books and papers…. fine but the humidity is! I borrowed some books from Mohit and I’m afraid to give them back.
Then there’s the issue of how the mould affects my health… according to some webpages I’m likely to develop some neurological diseases because of the mould… they may exaggerate but the respiratory problems started showing after half a month and now I’m sick and my hair thinning at an alarming rate. Of course my sickness may be a simple flu but whatever! I want the mould problem fixed right away.
Another thing that’s starting to annoy me is the dog, little cute Orejitas. I have to admit I’m more of a cat person… well, everyone that know me knows that. The fact that the dog is living in the garden next to my room’s entrance and window means that I get experience first hand how much a hairy wet dog smell. My hostmother does keep this tiny garden very clean but when that dog does his thing – my olfactory sensors are overwhelmed!
And the dog is dumb as hell! He just won’t stop pulling me when we go out and it’s not like I’m not making the effort to teach him. I almost break his neck the way I pull back at him… still he’ll keep on pulling until he is making terrible choking noices and battering with his tongue out! When we get attacked by street dogs he just swings his tail happy and drooling while I defend for our lives with a big umbrella. Other people taking a walk, especially groups of local guys, follow me around making fun of my efforts when they think I can’t hear them, examining the sky when I glare at them, but running to my aid when I get under attack.
My Icelandic cat Kvaesir would have attacked the street dogs winning the fight… I’ve both seen him wheeling into big labradors and angrily retreating when faced by three week old kittens stealing his food. When my little brother was a toddler and repeatedly got a hold of the cat, torturing him, he would not move a claw, but he’ll attack me for not giving him the attention and food he believes he deserves.
I don’t know what to do with my whole living situation here in Costa Rica. I can’t live with all that mould and the stupid dog gets on my nerves. The mould is more of an issue right now but given how my hostmother seems to live only on the money I give her, I’m not sure she has the funds to bring in a professional. Should I offer to pay for the reparations of the house? Should I threathen to leave? Should I not say anything and just find another place? Should I find a chinese recipe, cook and eat Orejitas? Where was that recipe, dad?
I think I’ll go to the doctor here at UPEACE, have him agree with my “mould-is-killing-me” theory, tell my hostmom what the doctor told me and then exaggerate my sickness while in the house to the extent that she thinks I’m dying (before that process starts for real) and then the whole situation will develop the sort of an urgency that she’ll either propose herself that I move or use her genius to force the neighbor to fix the leaking problem on their side.