Martin Matanovic

April 21, 2025

Letters from Somewhere No.086

Quimper (Finistère, France)

A difficult start. We arrived at our new accommodation in Quimper. Right after unloading our things, the first check followed as always. Is everything there? Where do we find the most important things? But above all, is it clean? Cleanliness and safety are the points at the top of the list. They guarantee that we can let go and thus truly arrive. This first impression sets the tone for the entire stay.

Cleanliness is critical. It affects three areas in an accommodation: the bathroom, the kitchen, and the bedrooms. In all other rooms, we make compromises if it's not completely clean. But not in these three. These are non-negotiable. This accommodation failed in two out of three. Both bathrooms were dirty. The kitchen was too. Examples? A coffee machine with black and brown stains and water left inside. The oven full of crumbs. The microwave with stains and trays with dried food residue.

More examples? In both bathrooms, the toilets had residue in the form of brown stains in the bowl and on the toilet seat. The mirrors were smudged and the faucets, both at the sinks and in the showers, were covered with limescale. The shower cabin was one single smeared object. Definitely no one had cleaned here. And not for quite some time.

We demanded cleaning from the landlady. A few minutes later she was there, outraged and angry at us. She showed no insight and only reluctantly set about removing the dirt. And she didn't even do it properly. Some of her actions even verged on being hazardous to health. We were glad when she was gone again. Then we cleaned everything once more.

Her behavior was what completely dominated the stay in the first week. It depressed me. She had behaved wrongly. She had no right to be angry; she should have apologized and set everything right. Because cleanliness is appreciation. Those who value their guests don't leave a dirty apartment. All of this negatively affected my mood. Rarely have I been so glad that a week passed as quickly as this one. And the feeling remains that time cannot pass quickly enough.

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