It has been 205 days since I arrived in Ann Arbor.
I continue the story that I forgot my key inside my room on Friday.
No one was in the office of managements on the 1st floor.
On a wall, there is a phone number for emergencies.
But I didn't have it.
I asked someone who walked in the apartment to lend me it.
But he didn't have it, either.
I borrowed then from someone in a barber on the 1st floor.
She lent it to me.
But I couldn't listen a message of an answering telephone machine.
So I couldn't tell any message.
I lost my way.
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返信削除It has been 205 days since I arrived in Ann Arbor.
I'll continue the story about forgotting my key inside my room on Friday.
No one was in management office on the 1st floor.
On the wall, there is a phone number for emergencies,
but I didn't have it.
I asked someone who walked into the apartment to lend it to me,
but he didn't have it, either.
I then borrowed it from someone in a barber shop on the 1st floor.
She lent it to me.
But I couldn't understand the message from the answering machine.
So I couldn't leave any message.
I lost my way.
This blog is supported by ITP.