Room in a beautiful large apartment

I honestly don’t know what was worse: the apartment itself or the landlady. This place was an absolute nightmare, and I strongly advise anyone reading this to stay away at all costs.
Let’s start with the apartment. The photos are pure deception and have nothing to do with reality. The room is handed over in whatever filthy state the previous tenant left it in. The kitchen, bathroom, and toilet are dirty and rancid. When I moved in, there was already mold behind the sink, which says everything about the level of care taken here.
The refrigerator randomly leaks water, leaving puddles on the floor. The shower head is broken, spraying water in all directions except where it should. There is no mailbox, no doorbell, and no nameplates — basic things you would expect in any functional apartment. The room door has a glass window, meaning zero privacy unless you cover it yourself. Even after insulating the door with special materials, the soundproofing is still completely inadequate: you can clearly hear the toilet flushing and every single movement in the kitchen. Relaxing in your own room is simply impossible.
Heating deserves its own special mention. The regulator in the room is rusted and stuck, so you cannot control the temperature. The only way to regulate heating is via the bathroom, which means either you sweat like crazy, your roommates freeze, or you sleep with the heating blasting and the windows wide open. There is no reasonable middle ground.
And these are just the problems with the apartment itself.
Now to the landlady — or rather, the complete absence of any real landlord responsibility. I repeatedly tried to report these issues. The messages are read, but responses come extremely late, if at all. Communication is a disaster. She barely understands English and is apparently unable (or unwilling) to use a translator, which makes the delays even more absurd.
On October 15, I sent a long, detailed message listing all the defects. After weeks of following up and practically begging, I finally managed to speak to her on November 14. She openly admitted that she couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen the apartment in person. I was then promised that by the end of November the following would be fixed: a new toilet and floor, a repaired refrigerator, a new bathroom floor and bathtub, a mailbox with keys and nameplate, and a replaced heating regulator.
I am writing this at the end of January. Unsurprisingly, almost nothing has happened. The toilet was eventually repaired, and I was told the bathroom would be next — but at this point, promises are meaningless. You can safely assume that every promise will be delayed by at least two to three months, if it happens at all.
To make things even worse, the landlady doesn’t even live in Prague. When something finally starts moving after endless delays, you as the tenant are expected to chase third parties yourself.
P.S.: Just to be clear about the noise situation: both current roommates have children who temporarily live in the apartment, meaning it is rarely occupied by only three adults. If you think this will be a quiet or peaceful place to live — think again.

Nice neighbourhood and appartement is fine, but nightmare landlord. Completely irresponsive prior to moving in. Didn't pay the gas bill on time leaving us without hot water or a stove for a month. Then the following month she asks for a 5000 czk rent increase, so I had to move out much earlier than I expected. Nice flatmates though.

Neighborhood
Nice.

The apartment was as clean as the last guests left it, so the rooms were alright, but the common areas were not. I threw out some things in the kitchen that had a due date from 2021… But overall, everything was livable—until the toilet stopped working!

We couldn’t flush anymore. We texted the host, but she didn’t reply at first. Later, she gave me a number to call, and I had to organize the repair myself, which didn’t work because the person never answered. After a week without a working toilet, I managed to fix it temporarily… then it broke again. Once more, the host didn’t respond or seem to care.

She also told me she would bring a new kettle but never showed up. When the dishwasher broke, she ignored my messages on Flatinos and WhatsApp for several days and she never fixed it.

One night, when I was home alone, someone banged on the door around 9 PM. It turned out to be a new tenant, but we hadn’t been told anyone was coming, so we didn’t know we were supposed to let him in. You can imagine I was a bit scared there.

The area around the apartment is really nice, though. There are lots of cafes, and both metro and tram stations are really close.