Last week we got to move all of JV's stuff from his old place on the 5th floor of his building to his new place on the 6th floor of another building located 50 meters away in the same block of buildings. He invited a dozen of his mates to help him move and promised pizza & beer for anyone who would help him and we took him up on the offer.
The one caveat meager: none of these buildings have elevators.
We ended up carrying about 7 years of JV's stuff 15 meters down and then carried it right away 18 meters up - talk of a sisyphean task.
Happily enough as soon as all of JV's stuff ended up on the grounds of his new flat we proceeded into opening a couple of well-deserved beer cans while he was left trying to sort out his various possessions. He eventually sent us away back to his old flat - I think his rationale was that he preferred having us ruin the old one rather than the new one.
Anyway, we had a good time even though my back and arms suffered a bit during the following days :-)
