washed away

I'm home with a flue, and trying to help my system by drinking hot tea, coco, soup, and sweating a lot, using up lots of tissues and so on, and so on. What I could do most of the time is sleeping with my head and eyes rather heavy and following gravity's law.
However in this wonderful block house it's not always easy to achieve what one wishes to do. Not even such a simple thing as sleeping or relaxing. The gipsy couple upstairs who's been renting the place for about 3 years now and have successfully managed to leak our bathroom ceiling for at least 30 times always on the same side above the bathtub, last time a couple of weeks ago, this morning have accomplished their tantric mission and leaked our kitchen ceiling in addition.
I guess it all has to do with cosmic balance and probably some broken pipes they and the owner - whom we've tried to reach absolutely in vain, or when we could speak with him he refused to help anyhow - don't give a damn about.
The case has already been taken to the court as even the repainted ceiling could not handle the water coming down again and again, and now as they say, only the holy spirit holds it there. So after a few years desperate hoping that the upstairs would get the fuck out of there and some reasonably civilized folks would move in instead, we'd tried to reach some more manifestable results. But hey what the heck, even with all the insurance company papers, photos and the caretaker as witness, the holy court could come up with a wonderful decision as a solution and obliged the upstairs to paint our bathroom. Since they were able to show up a piece of paper that said the pipe had been fixed by a proper plumber.
Now, now, maybe it was only the materials this professional, this true expert used that were not resistant enough to time's iron teeth or only the bitch - as we used to refer to her since she hit my Mom on the face when she asked her to hold her kid back a bit so we don't need to listen to his elephant herd-like gallopping for hours - maybe only she forgets to stop the water or put the washing machine duct (which in many places is still not fed back into the wall as easiest solution) into the sink or the tub, but simply let it loose on the floor if she feels like that...
But this new achievement of theirs was revolutionary and reached its goal if they wanted to be called by the owner. Because that's how it happened, we called the caretaker who came up looked at the leakings, even she went mad about it, followed my Mom to the office of the house representative - to witness the statement was true - who then called the owner who then called the gentle folks upstairs, who in turn went over to the office and on their way back called our buzzer to ask what the problem was... It's too bad I only have a dreamcatcher above my bed, not a fuckercatcher
Unfortunately now if we don't want to get both our kitchen and bathroom ceilings get leaked regularly, have no other choice as to go to court again, specially as the insurance company might not pay after a while for all the damages in case they're re-occuring and we who suffer them don't seem to try to find a solution to stop them. Hah! what a sense of justice once again!
Additionally we were advised to go to the mayor's office to report them/this whatever, and maybe even call the tax authority to find out if the owner pays tax after his income from the upstairs couple whom he rents out the place to. We've been through this once, and I can tell you with this effort we can go to the church and lit a candle - btw who's the patron of broken water pipes? - or simply hold a seance and summon Poseidon whatsoever.
Have a holistic weekend. Amen.
P.S. Hmm this all started when I watched that Soviet movie Stalker again where you can always hear and very often see the water dropping... Shall I work as a medium at seances?