The Walls Are Getting Closer

The building janitor laughed when I described the rent-to-value ratio of my current place. Not sympathetically—he walked away still laughing. That felt like confirmation.

Twenty-four, media designer, no pets, no family, no noise complaints in my history. I need a one- or two-room Altbau apartment in Mitte, Prenzlauer Berg, Friedrichshain, or Charlottenburg—500 euros all-in at the absolute most. A bathtub and a fitted kitchen would be ideal; I’m flexible on those. I’m not flexible on the neighborhoods or the price.

I’m putting this here because it worked once before. Anyone who hears of something through a friend, walks past a sign in a window, spots anything worth passing along—I want to know. The walls in this place are genuinely getting closer. That’s not a metaphor.