A phone call to the home phone yesterday evening:

- Open, I am from your entrance, I forgot the keys (the voice is unfamiliar, and too young - and we are almost all retired).

From which apartment?

From the third floor.

Can you name the apartment number?

is silent. Directly I hear the scream of his twists in an attempt to calculate the numbers of the apartments on the third floor. I think, I will tell you.

You are from the 21st, right?

I am very happy! ahah!! to

“Baran, you’re at 21 and you’re calling!