Fear and loathing in The Hague #1

Song of this post:
Bush - Hurricane

On February 12th, I moved to the Netherlands. I first stayed at Xandria's place (much thanks again!), started to work on the 15th and was looking for rooms and apartments "on the side".
The first place I found and moved to seemed quite nice: huge common living/dining room, large kitchen, bathroom with bathtub, second small bathroom, about 23m² to live in for myself. The landlord, who also shared the apartment, seemed to be rather cool as well, mid-30s, even spoke German. We agreed to sit down and go over the formal contract when we found the time, and with both of us working that took a while.
About a week after I had officially moved in, I actually collected my stuff from the old flat and moved whatever I needed to the flat in The Hague. S stayed for the remainder of the weekend, helped with moving in, eventually left on Tuesday morning.
Tuesday evening, the landlord and I wanted to go over the contract. When I got home and after talking for a few minutes, it suddently turned a bit odd. He told me he didn't really appreciate me having visitors (my girlfriend S in this case) without clearing it up with him first and that he wasn't fond at all of "having an additional person living" there; also, it'd be appreciated if I could be home before 11pm so I wouldn't "wake everyone up every night".
Needless to say, I felt like I had just run headlong into a concrete wall. A thick one. I told him I'd have to think this over - and started looking for alternatives right away.

No visitors? Home by 11pm? Please sign here if you've not made it to the 21st century in Central Europe yet.

2 days later, I was lucky and found a place I could move to right away; a pretty cool and relaxed late-20s-early-30s student subletting his apartment in a student apartment tower.

After coordinating with my parents and S, we managed to pack everything up and move it on one afternoon, about an hour after I had told the landlord that I wasn't going to sign any rental agreement with "house rules" like the ones he wanted me to obey; when I told him I was willing to pay half a month rent (because I had lived there for 10 days), he went on a mad ramble about how he either wanted it all "fair" - by which he meant me paying him a full rent of 450€ and another 450€ as deposit which he was then going to keep because I was moving out in violation of our (non-existing) contract - or he wasn't gonna take any money at all, the decision would be up to me. 3 guesses which option I decided to go for...

End of part #1.

Ta-taa!