Violated

This has been an especially exciting month of my life in Tartu. Here's the short version:

I couldn't move into my apartment on time because my landlords decided to stay in the space while they did their renovations.

Fine. I stayed at a hotel for a few days, worked like mad to prepare for my work in Austria for the beginning of the month.

Okay. I return from my work. The first night in my new home I was robbed. In the night. While sleeping. Nobody hurt. Electronics and cash and sense of safety went missing.

Good. Police fill out report, take finger prints. Very professional. Must be a fluke. Can regain a semi-coherent sense of safety somehow.

Let's settle in. The apartment was not as furnished as promised. I bought some extra linens and tableware. Built some furniture. Cleanse the energy and air of the place. Settle in.

Manageable. I leave for work-related conference for a week.

Upon return, receive phone call and rush home. Place was broken into. Brutal force used to smash windows. Alarm sounded for 12 hours and no one "noticed" or called. Nothing taken but feel completely violated. More police reports. More fingerprints.

Stay with a friend. Must move. Rental market very tight in Tartu after opening of school year. Overpriced. Tough negotiations. Concerned about location, price, security, and quick availability. Worried about being an "outsider" in the process.

Manage to find a place. New air. New location. New move. Uff!

The police find the intruders. They visit our old home to tell their story. Landlord reports that the criminals are mere children who laugh hysterically while indicating what happened.

Shaken. Tired. (Exhausted.) Emotional. Safer (really!). What a feeling. Nothing of mine is missing... or is it?