There is an older Indian man living in the apartment now.  The guy from kazakstan moved out last week.  The Indian man is getting his Airline Transport licence.. or trying to at least.  He came in yesterday, and told me he failed his test.  He asked me how to make coffee in the coffee pot, made a huge brew, and left for several hours.  What he was up to… I have no idea.  I was awakened around 1am this morning, with pounding on the front door.  I grabbed my mase and was about to creep downstairs to see who it was, when Christian came out of his room with his German Shepard to get the door.  Thank God for that.  Turns out the Indian man went to a bar or something, and lost his keys. 

Christian and his dog are moving out Thursday.  He got a summer job in Aberdeen as a youth minister.  I actually don’t want Christian to leave.  I don’t want to be living alone in a place with strange foreigners moving in and out all summer long.  The Indian man smells funny.