Sceptically looking at the open front door that showed a carpeted staircase and a shelf with lots of trainers on it I was certainly still not convinced!"It doesn't look like, but it looks from inside!"
Okidoki, let's have fun than!
My first story I heard from my roommate Marion, answering my question about the area, was: "Another guy came home last night and was asked on the street for a cigarette. Apparently No, is not a very pleased answer, so he hit him with a baseball bat on the back of his head!
I am not gona start talking about the hospital....."
my plans for the evening had then dramatically changed and I decided for the In-House bbq in the backyard instead of the nice Meatpacking District.
Turned out to be really nice, meeting some other Germans and a French traveller teacher.