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After nearly two years of putting up with the seasonal swelling and lack of security of our old white wooden door, we finally broke down and bought one of those steel doors that the Turks are so fond of but that I always had mixed opinions about. I think a gigantic steel door on a residential apartment is a bit over-the-top unless you’re storing gold bars or something, and in addition there seems to be a contest to have the most pimped out door in the neighbourhood— some of the doors I’ve seen around here look like Liberace reincarnated in steel. You see everything from gold plating to mirrored panels to diamante-encrusted doorknobs. Luckily it was left to me to pick the style of our new door, and I chose the most understated, plain one the catalogue had to offer: a simple walnut finish with only the most basic decoration.

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I was shocked when the guy came to take our old door away and he pretty much just ripped the entire frame out from the wall and left the guts of the apartment exposed. That was the weirdest thing, having this big hole in the front of our aparment and no way to close it up. I started to wonder what would happen if something went wrong with the fitting of the new door and we were left to deal with the hole.

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As it turned out, I was worried for no reason— the guy fit the new door frame in record time (honestly, it only took about ten minutes). However, he spent the next three hours cementing the thing thoroughly from all sides. I had no idea just how secure this door was going to be, but he left nothing open to chance. He also installed a marble threshold, which was a nice touch, and not too flashy.

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So here we have the finished product— it looks surprisingly like wood, even close up, and I’m pleased with the result. It’s by no means the most flashy door in town, but that’s just fine with me. I never wanted the front of my domicile to resemble the entrance to a cheap beer joint in Vegas. Mission accomplished.