“My building isn't a home any more, it's a hostel”
I've lived here for forty years. I used to know every neighbour, kids ran around the courtyard and the stairwell smelled of dinners cooking. Today four of the five flats on my floor are Airbnbs. Suitcases come banging down the stairs at two in the morning and I don't know a single face behind any of the doors. The other week someone tried my door, thinking it was the flat they'd booked for the night.
- Halina, 71



