I moved to Napoli to study but I got assaulted and room trashed by the house owners
I’m a student at the University of Naples Federico II, studying Civil and Environmental Engineering. I moved to Naples on September 1st, and I found my accommodation through Facebook.
At first, everything seemed fine.
But after about a week, they suddenly told me I needed to pay a one-month deposit if I wanted my contract.
So I paid it.
Then, around the middle of September, they started demanding my October rent early, saying they needed money for bills.
They kept pressuring me and my father for money. At one point, they were even asking for €20 or €30 on a daily basis.
Last night, the man living in the house called me into the kitchen and told me he didn’t like my attitude and wanted me to leave by December.
I told him I was already planning to leave before then.
And suddenly, he started screaming in my face.
He said, “This is my house. I decide when you leave.”
Then he pushed me to the ground and started calling me racial slurs, telling me to “go back to my country.”
He came into my room, saw my air fryer, and started kicking it, saying my room wasn’t a restaurant and that I was increasing their bills.
Then he grabbed my luggage and started smashing it against the floor.
At that point, I genuinely was scared for my life
I locked myself in my room and called the police.
The police came, took their IDs, looked around the house, and warned them.
But I told them, “I don’t feel safe staying here for even another hour. How am I supposed to stay here for another month?”
The police replied that they were the house owners, that I had to follow their house rules, and that if I didn’t feel safe, I should just book an Airbnb.
Bear in mind, I was a student who had just moved to Italy. I didn’t have anywhere else to go.
So I called a relative who helped me pack my things. Then my university friend Harun let me stay at the hotel where he was staying for the night.
And the next morning, I came to Rome.
I had already paid around €800 for just 29 days, and this is how things ended.
And honestly, the worst part isn’t even just what happened that night.
It’s what it did to me afterwards.
, I was dealing with fear, stress, and the feeling that I had nowhere to go.
I’m still processing what happened.
You can leave a house physically, but the fear doesn’t always leave with you.
I came to Italy to study, to build my future, and to experience a new life.
I never expected one of my first experiences here to affect me like this.
Because when you’re alone in a new place, the place you call home should be the one place where you feel safe.