Weirdo at my door

Today maybe about 5 hours ago the weirdest thing happened to me. I was changing clothes to go run at the stadium when I heard my doorbell ring. My doorbell never rings and I wasn’t aware that it worked until that very moment. I ignored it and figured the bell was not for me. It rang a second time but again I ignored it because I figured the person did not realize their mistake. I quickly got dress walked out my door and ran back in to drink a coupld gulps of water before my run. As I walked down my stairs I had a weird feeling in my stomach. For some reason I knew someone would be downstairs waiting for me that I would not know. I cautiously opened my door and guess who was standing there? The weirdo guy that I thought was homeless about a month ago. He started saying things in Bulgarian really fast and I could not understand him. He actually looked nervous which in turn made me a little nervous until I saw the Baba (old lady/grandmother) get up from her usual seat in front of my house and walk towards us. She caught my attention because she called my name “Crystal, Crystal that is your name right?” I said “Yes”. I was actually pretty impressed that she remembered my name. Then she said “This guy was looking for you and I told him your name and the bell to press”. At that point I am thinking urggh why did she tell him my name and exactly where I live. She than went into her apartment and left me with the weirdo! I think she thought he was my friend because I have had at least 20 PCVs visit in the past 7 months and she thought she was being helpful. The random guy starts going on and on about a CD with music on it. He than asked me if I want to purchase one of the CDs. At that point I am thinking “listen I am on my way to run, can I talk you to about this later?” Instead I asked him the cost and told him I was going for a run. He realized that I was busy and told me he would see me later and walked away.

Ok maybe he is a nice person trying to make a buck, but he does not need to knock on my door. I do not know him and it makes me feel uncomfortable that he knows where I live. I am going to talk to Baba tomorrow when I see her. I am going to ask her about who he is and to keep a look out for my apartment. The Babas here know EVERYTHING and EVERYBODY.

Trying to safe in a dangerous world (dramatic, yea I know)

Crystal