I arranged for a transporter for today – a man with a small van – to pick up my furniture at one of these second-hand shops and drive them to my place. Everything went smoothly, until he tried to fit the chest of drawers into the elevator, which he tried a couple of times, but couls not. So sure he was that it was an impossible task that he offered to help me carry it up. To the 5th floor.
Luckily, there came the concierge, a tough middle-aged lady, and managed this impossible task in a single try.
So that’s how I ended up sitting on top of a chest of drawers, in a very small elevator, next to a professional, and rather embarrassed, transporter – laughing my head off and wondering why it seems so very normal to me.
Long live surreality.