The dealer in my apartment

I go home to my new apartment. It’s afternoon and the staircase is well illuminated from the sunlight. I walk up the stairs to what seems to be the last floor (maybe the 6th). The building is old and the stairs wooden, the walls are light yellow. As soon as I enter my apt, I realize it’s been vandalized: a bunch of kids are running around in the living room and a silent man wearing a black covering his whole head is playing video games on the carpet, his back leaning on the couch. I immediately understand his the dealer who lives in the nearing apt. He decided he’s squat my place during the day and I can’t say no. I’m agitated and afraid, I don’t know how to address my word to him… Then I’m out in the streets, in a park with my cousin Tina and Fra Lonati. We’re debating what to do, where to eat. We feel like old friends, but a lot of hobos hang around and we decide to go. Somewhere not too far my old elementary school teacher Luciana is sitting in a chair in the middle of a field, looking over children playing or resting while she masturbate. I think it’s messed up!! I go to my grandparents’ house to take a bath. I run the water and get ready.