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Sorry, I really just need to rant somewhere about this because I think this is the only place that might realise how ridiculous this situation is.
I live in an apartment building, the same place for 5+ years and in the last couple of months there has been an awful lot of noise coming from upstairs. Renovations, parties, and then, I kid you not, these feral, guttural screams. My blood comes to a halt as I wait for someone to scream for help to know if it’s time to call police, but no, there’s just an adult man screaming his guts out for a moment. One time the screams kept coming so I ran upstairs and started banging at the door - maybe not the smartest idea but still better than doing nothing.
For context, I live in an Eastern European country that used to be invaded by Soviet Russia, so there still are a lot of Russians here, enough even for the newer generations not to bother to learn the local language. So this guy, 20ish, 190cm/6.2ft tall, opens the door and only responds in Russian. He admits it was him screaming because he was “playing around” (that’s what I understood as someone who doesn’t live in Russia so I didn’t learn Russian actively). He promises to stop so I go back to my place since it didn’t seem like anyone else was in the apartment.
Guess what, he didn’t stop. So I talk to the head of the apartment building, I get the owner’s number and plan to call next time there’s an issue.
That day was today. It was midday and there weren’t screams, just really loud partying and frankly my fuse is short when it comes to this upstairs bs. She, the owner, doesn’t answer, I text explaining who I am, that the upstairs is super loud, could they keep it down or should I involve police. No response. I call once more and she picks up.
I kid you not - the owner is his granny. She is there right now, and explains they will be as loud as they want to be because it is daytime. Btw, she speaks the local language, has a local name so I do not understand how her grandson hasn’t learned the local language. I ask about the screams, she explains “my little grandson loves to play videogames, he gets excited”.
Imagine this - your adult, giant-ass grandson squeals like a piggie at videogames and you’re not humiliated to present it as an argument. Imagine if adult women were screaming randomly, top of their lungs reading romance novels - they’d be hospitalised. Yes, the whole call she referred to him as “my little grandson”, stating he’s just screaming when playing as it’s the most natural thing ever, then insinuated I must be mentally unstable for complaining. The little sht hasn’t even bothered to learn her own language and she’s eating his sht like it’s caviar, defending this abhorrent behavior. I don’t know what to do, I feel like now that he has official granny approval this will only get worse. What a world.
Well, anyway, thank your if you read this, if anyone else has their crazy stories this reminded them of, let me know, I’d love to share the misery.