A good friend had a fire. Crying in the bump of my grandmother's house, they didn't have time to insure the house - finished. Everyone is alive, but there is shock and hysteria.
I create a petition on social networks, and since it’s at night, I’m wrong with one number.
I'll be called back in an hour: the number is not wrong.
I check, I am scared, I am correcting.
The information has gone to the people.
By evening, I’m told that the phone is just being removed, and tomorrow they’re reporting a lot of different words that the uncle knows by the wrong phone number (sorry, good man!)
After two days, I talk to a friend, we discuss this topic, she again translates everything into negative:
The man was tortured...
I think of an old anecdote:
Call me at that number and I know where I’m wrong. Ask my uncle, has no one called me?
She laughed for the first time in two days.