Does not mean you should, II. Hungary: 2021-10-04 20:00

After the crash in Cluj-Napoca I still had to spend a few days in the city, and this was when I found the Residence Il Lago property on's listing. According to the details, they had an underground garage, thus primarily due to this and the impossibility of travelling forward finally I chose them, even with higher prices.

The location was seemingly great, in the center, next to a shopping center, so I could easily buy my half liter of daily milk along with having a morning coffee. Still, as I was rolling downwards, the view wasn't exactly promising, when I noticed at the end the view of a locked bike to some metal bar: at least what remained of it, the only lonely front wheel.

Thinking into it afterwards, and checking the map thoroughly I should have noticed that the accommodation is perfectly aligned with the runway of the airport — but I'm still interested in airplanes, so for me the scream of the turbines aren't problematic while the pilots shift to second gear and fully open the throttle.

While I pondered on all the above, I walked up to the reception where a quite easily recognizable woman was in service: long black hair, dark eyes, and a tattoo on one of the arms or wrists. She spoke English, the check-in moved forward, along I learned that I need to hand over my ID document to her. So did I, naively. I knew the Hungarian VIZA system only by ears by then, whether Romania also had such, no clue. I noted this to her, So far only showing the document was necessary. She didn't give any response, only the buzzing of the multifunctional machine was heard along with the rhythmical rattling noise of her nails on the top of the machine, and her eyes threw lightning.

The buzzing silenced after about 45 seconds, thus I concluded in myself that she scanned my passport's main page at least with 67,000 DPI resolution. The hygiene levels of the scanner, the computer, the network is unknown.

I was well aware that presenting the document were necessary in hotels — but not in apartment-type accommodations. Even if this is the case, the receptionist's attitude could have said just a very simple A law enforces us to do this, we have the right to do so. sentence. Which would have been a generally believable answer based on my previous experiences, closing the whole subject.

She didn't choose that path. She topped a few more things, like when it came out there's no warm water in the bathroom, her still sulky annoyance with raised voice shot from the hips: There was nothing wrong with it until now. Finally we remained that she will send someone up to check the water. No surprise: there was nothing wrong with it in the room, the problem was in the whole building.

Conclusion: this person showed absolutely no sign that she has any place in customer-service positions — and explicitly unfit to get to know and handle other people's personal data. The legislation still gives such power to her.

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