No Koninginnedag for me :(

At home everybody is now getting drunk and partying. I am in Denmark where life is like normal. I do miss you all. Anyways, here another update of my life in Denmark.
This post is gonna be in English since my darling boyfriend was complaining that I only write in Dutch. Ofcourse he should be able to read Dutch by now, and he probably is just lazy but here it is.

My latest adventure happened in my own appartment. Thursday evening I came home from work and found two of my roommates in the kitchen. All very normal and cosy. I started to do my things and preparing some food. At some point I turned around and saw a big marocan looking man walking out of our livingroom. So ofcourse I yelled at my roommate that there was a strange man in the house. We asked him if he was a friend of Morten, the other roommate who was currently on the phone. He answered by saying yes, so I guess it was ok. Allthough still a little weird, because we hadn´t heard him arrive.
So I continued making diner and going my merry way. Then the stranger walked into the kitchen and got himself a beer. Then he started looking for ice in the freezer and when he couldn´t find it right away he ordered me to get him ice. By then I was getting a little uncomfortable and thought he was a creep. I told him that I didn´t know where the ice was and that he good go ask Morten, but should not bother me with it.
I went into the living room with my dinner when Morten asked us who that guy was. So he didn´t know him either! Ofcourse we were very shocked and freaked out; who the hell was this guy and where did he come from? By then roommate Simon told him to go away and asked him what the hell he was doing here. I couldn´t follow this conversation, since it was all in Danish, but he went away.

When Lone came home we told her the story, and she knew immediatly who we were talking about because she had met him in the elevator a few times, and he lives in the building.

We talked a little about it, and were all pretty freaked out, it was a BIG guy, and I couln´t help thinking what could have happened if I would have been alone in the house. Anyways, the doo was locked now so he couldn´t come in.

The next day, friday, when I came home from work Lone was urging me to close the door when I came home. the guy had been around again and had tried to come in. Luckily the door was locked so he couldn´t. But this could not be a coincidence!

So far he hasn´t been around again, but he might strike again! I will keep you posted!