(***Attention: this could be my blondest and defo most clueless post to date.)
So these last few months I have been cooking up a plan. Like I always do.
Several weeks ago I had put up a message on Facebook stating I was looking for a fever cabin to pursue a new adventure.
The main goal of it all was to move out of Antwerp, take my job with me, and live somewhere I could write and live at the same time. It could be Belgium, but then I started considering the bigger picture.
There were a few things that worked in my advantage:
- My roommate gave up the lease of his apartment and went to live with his lover which meant I had to move out anyway
- The roaming costs abroad suddenly got cancelled which means you can make phone calls to and from Europe without a financial hangover. (Well… it depends how much of course)
- I started up my own business which basically means I can take my writing all over the world…
The borders had been lifted and I suddenly remembered me being in Canada talking to my good friend Audrey. We had just celebrated Christmas and the New Year was a couple of days shy. I told her I wanted to live in Berlin for a couple of months.
You: “Berlin? Why Berlin?”
Me: “Dunno. Just to be there and have a change of scenery…”
You: “Why not Barcelona or Bali…or…Barcelona?”
Me: “Because I’m a non conformist, an anti establishment hippie who needs distraction and action PREFERABLY from like-minded people and ESPECIALLY from men with neck and nuckle tattoos.”
So: After Canada I went back to Antwerp from where I pursued a career as an independent writer and I started making serious plans to set up base in Berlin.
I went for a short visit in June.
You probably remember the TRAVELING THREESOME POSTS from Berlin, don’t cha?
And in July I took the BIG STEP and started looking for a room to move into.
You: “WoW it’s like you moved there in a blink of an eye!”
Me: “Not so fast…”
The universe decided to test me. BIG TIME.
I came in contact with someone who was subletting a room in Berlin.
We sent e-mails back and forth and I decided the time was right. I took the room, payed a deposit
but ended up… ROYAL F U C K E D.
The room turned out to be a scam.
It didn’t exist. Merely in my imagination and in the perfectly portrayed fairytale the so-called owner painted for me.
I lost a lot of money.
You: “How much?????”
Enough to pay for this giant Darth Vader head which costs…. Well if you can read the 4 digit number on the price tag you surely don’t have to visit an eye doctor …
It was a setback. A massive one.
I couldn’t believe that ME, the so-called investigative journalist, could fall for a scam like that?
How blonde and clueless could one be??
You: “So how did you found out it was a scam, Evvy?”
The name with which she…or he… operated is in fact an existing name and it belongs to a girl. A girl who got scammed whilst looking for a room in Munich. She had given her passport information and that’s when her identity was abused to scam other people. Including me.
Now, if you see me somewhere on the internet subletting rooms in Barcelona, Delhi or New York don’t pay me any deposit and report me to you nearest police station. Thank you.
I went through a terrible low after the scam. I lost so much money. Money I worked hard for as a fresh starter-upper. Money I won’t ever see again.
After a few weeks time, my bank confirmed me that the account where I sent the money to was emptied and closed down. The lead had turn cold. The police couldn’t do anything either. They had to drop the case.
I was reconsidering my entire plan. But I wanted to go to Berlin so darn bad… It had been my New Year’s resolution. And I needed to find a new place to live anyway. Either in Belgium or somewhere else.
I decided to give it one more go. I wouldn’t let my dream be crushed by one bad person.
I decided to put up a message on a housing website stating I got scammed and I was wanting to give things a second chance.
I got quite some response to my -let’s be honest: very sad- message. People were sending me photos of their refrigerator. Telling me I was welcome to stay for dinner. Also a lot of Indian guys responded to me, telling me they would be happy to comfort me *wink wink*.
But then I got a private message from a lady. A single mother of two. Who would start looking for a new room mate in a couple of weeks but decided to let me know I would be slightly in the advantage of becoming her new roomie.
Every cloud has a silver lining. That’s fo sho. And regarding that scammer: I sincerely hope KARMA is a ball busting bitch!
The plan was still on. And I prepared for my big evacuation.
I made things official in the bar. They knew my final bar tending days were coming and I slowly but surely started planning and moving my stuff out of the apartment.
My last weeks in Antwerp were my best. I shared a goodbye beer with my favorite customer, went to the Pride with my two favorite men, went for a bike ride with dad and had a vegan pizza with mom!
I had a great time saying goodbye to my friends but I needed to move on. I had decided. So I persisted.
I am now happy to tell you I am currently living in a wonderful very much existing room in the center of Berlin.
I am meeting lots of new people, discovering new places and things every day. And I am doing a lot of writing here.
For those of you who are in need of some juicy copywriting and/or storytelling or who want to help me earn my money back, I am open for business and happy to be of service right here in my Berlin office! CONSIDER THIS AS A GOOD CAUSE HELPING THE POOR! => www.eveliendelgouffe.com !
Thank you for reading and stay tuned!