They’re Still Here


Today marks two months that the Romanian Family have been living with us. I’ve given up on asking them to leave now. I’ve resigned to the fact that Anka, Stefan and Pirvu will most likely be part of our lives forever. When the time comes that we have to leave Squallyoaks and move on to a new squat, they’ll probably move with us. In fact, we’ll probably give them the best room in the house. Fuck, you know what, they can just have the house. The rest of us peons will all share a cardboard box in the back garden. Whatever makes them happy.

Anka has no shame. For two months now she’s been living in our house and eating our food and not once has she said thank you. For two months my squatmate Simon has given up his room and slept on the couch so that her and her children could have a bed. And how does she repay him? Well, at the moment Simon’s bedroom is filled with rotting food, dirty clothes, and crusty plates. In my mother’s words, “It looks like a bomb hit it.” Seriously, it smells so bad in there you can barely walk past it without holding your breath. How nice of her?!

Also, Anka refuses to send Stefan and Pirvu to school. She says she doesn’t approve of the British school system and prefers to home school her children. Okay, that’s fine. But then teach them something you fucking psycho! All the poor kids know how to do is make gross hard bred and watch daytime TV. And because they don’t go to school and Anka doesn’t work, it means they never leave the house, meaning we NEVER have a moment free of them. It’s exhausting to say the least.

I know I probably sound like a bitch, but the woman is mad. Having to deal with her every day is making me want to kill myself. And don’t get me wrong, I do feel bad for her kids. I mean, their lives are pretty fucked up. From what I have gathered from the oldest son, Stefan, they move around a lot. Since he can remember the three of them have lived in Romania, Holland, Portugal, Spain, and England—being homeless on and off. When they converse they speak in a weird amalgamation of multiple different languages. Anka and Stefan seem to be able to distinguish between them all, but I swear Pirvu doesn’t know one from the other. All of them wear clothes that look like they’ve never been washed. I’ve never know any of them to take a shower (not that anyone in this house showers, but whatever). I want to do something for them but I just don’t know what. Recently I’ve started sneakily buying the kids food, as most of the dinners Anka prepares for them look more like gross slime than actual meals. The other day I bought them both home chicken sandwiches. They ate them in the bathroom so their mom wouldn’t find out.

I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to kick them out onto the street, but living with that woman is driving me insane. This house isn’t big enough for fourteen people. Someone has to go. It’s us or them.

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4 Responses to They’re Still Here

  1. med says:

    now karley thats a story!!hope you alright thoxx

  2. Isa GT says:

    that was ages ago…maybe like a year or two years ago…and I was a witness!and we try to catch him but the bastard was rolling so fast we lost him…ha!good memories!

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  4. Yeah I was there too. And for anyone that thinks that Karley makes these things up. Well… She doesn’t.It was actually really shocking and I really didn’t know how to help.We bumped into him in Brixton a while after and talked to him. He was just as despicable. A few bible quotes followed by “you deserved it!” All of that into account he is obviously mentally unstable and its kind of sad that there doesn’t seem to be a framework in place to help that. Maybe he just needs an exorcism.

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