The rigmarole begins: take a photo. Write to the administrator. You call. Send another photo. Then a PEC. Then another call. And as always, the answer is vague: "Yes, we know... but there is a complicated situation above. The ownership is blocked by unfinished business. We will have to wait'
Then, suddenly, something seems to move.
They come to see the stain. Once, then another.
The administrator arrives, then the builders, then the insurer. They come back as a group. They check, assess, take measurements. They seem ready to intervene.
They tell you they will do some work.
You ask for confirmation, you enquire, you try to find out if the leak really has been fixed.
They say yes. Or so it seems.
Then you move.
You organise yourself to fix the ceiling.
Call someone, get a coat of white.
You tell yourself that it's over, that it can all end there. That that halo on the ceiling is finally just a memory.
But no.
After a few days, the stain reappears.
Same area. Same subtle discomfort.
Like a scar that won't heal. And each time it reminds you that the promised cure was just a patch.

