Random Scrap:
Emmy would cook dinner on a daily basis. It wasn't too great, usually spaghetti with some meatballs and running sauce, but it was food after all which helped me to save some money. The rent was 600 dollars and my room was quite spacious. There was a nicely sized bed in the middle, and a wooden desk in the corner, built-in wardrobe and a small TV in the corner from which I would be watching daily night shows of Charlie Rose, Connan O'Brian or Oprah. The other bedroom was occupied by Emmy's daughter and Emmy herself would either sleep on the couch in the living room or a made up bed place in a small closet underneath stairs leading to the second floor. She would either watch Turkish comedy shows, often with her Turkish friend Arkan, coming in through the satellite dish located in the front garden or listen to one of those talk radio stations with conspiracy theories. All of that accompanied by a constant smoking, smell of which was sunk into every corner of the apartment. There was a laundry place but students (me) would need to pack their clothes and walk down the street to the laundromat.