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| My spanish flat |
I have an old door entrance. It remains this because the whole building has to keep the old flavor, the specific of the old buildings around the second war world.
The door has a crack above, a transparent window in the upper side of it. It looks discolored and frail.
I had and I still sometimes have the impression that a strong kick can throw it away in the wall and that "demolishion man" can enter in my house. The strange thing is that if I wake up during the night, I really believe this, and I do strange things, like hiding the key or my wallet. In the morning, I have some trouble, sometimes, founding them.
I explain myself this, thinking that my conscious mind is half sleeping and worry thoughts come up.
Furthermore, the walls are thin. I can hear the snore of my old neighbor or the high pitch discussion of the woman from the next apartment. I hear it like there is in my room. I feel involved into the lives of the people around me, beginning with the 2 nerd boys from the left me that prefer to listen to Rammstein and play Unreal Tournament instead of going outside Saturday to my crazy neighbor and her son that scream to each other or sometimes an old flamenco singer that is cooking, I suppose or clean, she seems a typical "maruja".
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