*Olga doesn't like me because they used to live above me and they were so horribly loud I put in noise complaints. They had 2 official adults, 2 official kids, 1 unofficial adult, and another unofficial kid (relatives imported from Russia) all living above me in a 1 bedroom apartment. I don't know what the ever-loving fuck they were doing, but it was loud enough to skew paintings on the wall, and even take my computer out of standby. The landlord gave them a 2 bedroom apartment next door to me with no one underneath.
*The people who own the bike shop down the block lived in my apartment before me. They also had major issues with her. They called the police on Olga because of the excessive noise. The police said, wow, that's dreadful and told them to move. They did.
I, however, and NOT moving.
*They have an end apartment. They have one wall that is a shared wall- with me. And this is where they put their piano. It is as loud in my living room as it is in their apartment. I can hear it even through earplugs.
*I didn't call the police on them when they would ring my buzzer on purpose at 2am.
*I have been asking them to please move the piano. The super asked. The landlord asked. The landlord suggested I speak to them, so I have been trying to do that. The daughter always answers the door. Monday night Olga answered the door. She started insulting me, refused to talk to me, and she called the police.
*Technically she is not required to move the piano but the police said they would ask her to move it.
I tried to be nice about this but Olga is just a really nasty horrid person. And I think she hits her daughter because I hear her yelling and the daughter screaming sometimes. The girl is by herself a lot and I feel bad for her. None of this is the daughter's fault.
*One day about 8 years ago when the daughter was 6 years old, Olga left to go shopping. Left the daughter alone for a long time. I found her wandering in the hallway, she had left her apartment and locked herself out. She went looking for her mother because she was scared of witches. I asked her when the mother would be back. She didn't know. I asked what is your mother's phone number. She didn't know.
I regret not calling 911.
Instead I took the child in, and she was with me for about 45 minutes. She could have just walked outside into the street. Olga never even thanked me, I heard her screaming so loudly at the child, and the child screaming in terror...I went back to interrupt that.....
Anyhow that's the kind of person Olga is.
I really don't like to stoop so low, but if they do not move that piano, and according to the police they don't have to and can play it up to 9pm, I can also direct loud music into their apartment until 9pm.
She actually told me outright she's doing it on purpose.
Well I can do it too, then. I also have the right to be obnoxious. Sometimes people only understand if you communicate to them on their own level. They don't understand anything else.
I'm not even asking them to stop- I am just asking them to move it to a different wall.
Basic consideration and courtesy to others goes a very long way.
Lack of this makes everyone insane.
I suppose that's why we need so many laws, because people can't seem to manage the basics.
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