If I was moving to Ukraine, Cambodia or Somalia, for one thing I would have done my homework (and vaccines) beforehand, and for second and I wouldn't have first-world expectations. But here we're talking about friggin' Denmark, the happiest (allegedly) country in the world and among the top in quality of life, so forgive me for taking sanitation, drinkable water and, yes, bathtubs for granted. New Jersey, Athens or Madrid are not exactly famous for their prosperity and yet finding half-decent accommodation there within a week and without a "network" (yet another ugly danish surprise that was brought to my attention) was a breeze in comparison.

I'm glad that not all Copenhagen buildings are moldy smelling dumps. I will be even more glad if I was unlucky to see one of the few exceptions and the majority are actually decent but I'm not holding my breath (no pun intended).