By Dina-Perla Portnaar
I’ve moved into the house that was sold to me as fully renovated, only to discover that it’s been one thing after the other. It doesn’t stop; a meticulously curated display of moral bankruptcy.
It’s hard not to wish upon the side of the sellers 50 times the suffering they’ve inflicted on me. They refuse to pay for the most important problems, and I’ll never get back
