We knew from the photos that the apartment would be somewhat "retro". We didn't know that it would be in total disrepair. In two rooms, the beds are spread out considerably, and as an extra bed there is a pull-out couch, which, however, does not completely unfold from the letter V, so that half of the staff still straightens their backs today. The lady of the house - otherwise very nice - said that it's okay, that I'm going to melt it in the sea. At least if we understood her well. The communication barrier was enormous. We know Czech, Slovak, English and German, basic French and Hebrew, and we didn't understand each other. When we arrived, we didn't take long to explain to her that we were waiting outside. The apartment is great in that it has two large terraces. What it does not have, for example, is the full number of cutlery for the number of people to whom it is rented. Air conditioning is a brutal fee, we knew that, but when we saw its wiring, we were completely blown away by its use. It is also the first apartment where we experienced buying our own toilet. The cupboards in one room could not be closed because the fittings were falling off, a drawer in the kitchen fell out just when passing by, the children couldn't even close the door when they were not adjusted, and there are no recommended nets for the windows in one of the rooms, so people only slept in it for maybe two hours due to mosquito attacks. The refrigerator can be adjusted, but its performance is so minimal that a third of our food was spoiled. Well, the landlady invited us for another year, but thank you, no.