Horrible and traumatic experience. I would like to start by saying that I am really happy that January is over, because it seemed like forever. Indeed, on December 31, I leaved Paris for London. An adventure of 6 months ahead, a very hasty and unexpected departure due to the health crisis. Stress, apprehension, but also the happiness of settling in a new country. Unfortunately, the happiness was short-lived when I arrived in this "studio". During our discussions before booking I told the host that I was coming for a 6 month stay and asked if it was possible to rent this studio for that long? She replied that there were people who stayed for 3 months and that there was no problem. So, she advised me to do a one month trial and renew if I wish. As it was my first experience, a little naive (I did not take the time to think about it) and above all I was in a total rush ... so I hastened to book. (Big mistake) I'll start with the apartment itself and then talk about the interactions with the host. (I don't know which is the worst). First of all: - if the studio seems small in the photos, know that it is even smaller in reality. - The internet connexion is the worst I’ve ever seen. You literally have to turn your phone on certain direction to get a little tiny connexion and still.. so so slow. I ended up buying an unlimited data pack while I was home all the time. - The bathroom: you can't brush your teeth without putting it everywhere because the sink is narrow and small (smaller than in the photo). But also, every time you turn on the light in the bathroom, a very unpleasant noise is triggered from the vents. Regarding the toilet, it is preferable to always close the bowl because at any time your products, your toothbrush, the towel ... fall inside. - The shower head is difficult to handle when you want to hang it up to wash your hair quietly. I had only found one position that kept the palm halfway, and the result: the outer mat was completely soaked. If you have long hair and take a little time in the shower, I let you imagine how much water there will be on the carpet. - The bed: oil stains on it. Also, the host asked me how tall I was, I told her 1m73 and she said it was ok. However, she forgets to point out that the feet will hit the sideboard that runs along the wall every time they are lifted or simply by making a movement. Very very unpleasant. And if you're someone who moves at night, run away. - The "kitchen" area is indeed equipped with plates, glasses, cutlery ... but good luck washing them in the shower without hurting your back. I dropped. Buy only prepared meals that can be eaten in their boxes. - There was a mini vacuum cleaner, but it didn't work. - The parquet in the studio is damaged, if you walk barefoot you can hurt yourself by hitting the parts. You should know that I stayed 1 month, under confinement and not 2 or 3 days under total freedom. So all these problems affected me a lot. As for the interaction with the host, they were more than complicated. A few days after my arrival, I knew that I could not stay there for 1 month for several reasons. The first was that I was going to work online when I was supposed to be face to face. The second was that there wasn't enough storage space at all for the amount of stuff I had. And the third was moral. It was going to be too hard for me, besides being confined for 10 days on arrival, the tier 5 in London was announced 4 days after my arrival. I had just spent my last year of study at home, and now my internship was taking the same turn but this time in horrible conditions. So I ask the host to change my departure date to January 15th rather than 31st. I took into account her position, in fact, the studio was surely not reserved often because of the covid. So I proposed this date which in my opinion was fair. A request she refused. At first she tried to be nice, and subtly tried to ignore my request by offering me pizza while I was talking to her about something very serious. A nice way to say to me "shut up, it will pass". Then when I insisted I got the right to "Did you think you were coming to Buckingham Palace? I don't care if you've overpacked" "You knew everything, it's not my fault" etc, etc ... completely immature answers because here the goal was not to know who was to blame (((((at no time did I accuse her of anything and yet I could have since she had well omitted to specify certain details. I did not do it because I considered that I had also omitted to ask the precise questions, so for me it was not the fault of anybody)))) but rather to find a solution in hand to get me out of this situation. Unfortunately, she ended up ghosting me. I contacted Airbnb support again and again who tried to speak with her but she refused. After that I accepted the situation, I decided to turn off Airbnb notifications, ignore it altogether, and wait. A situation that had a huge impact on me mentally and physically… stress, eating disorder, sleep disturbancesi, I felt very alone, isolated from the world, and above all suffocated by space. I spent the whole stay with my two suitcases in the middle of the studio, one at the entrance and one next to the bed. Therefore, I spent most of my days in bed because moving...