Archaeological excavations in Romania. Most of the boys settled in houses with double beds. One late evening (dark, all the nights are asleep), I climb to my second floor of bed, get more comfortable... and I feel my fifth point along with the mattress steadily slipping down under the action of gravity. I notice that one of the sections has been removed. To go down lazy, and without lenses nothing is visible, so I am a neighbor from below, a Hungarian.

Balint, can you help me? I cannot sleep, cause of this (show what the problem is). Can you push it?
Screening the bed, Balint tries to block the section in place.
He: It's good so?
No yet, push a little more. (Scoring and breaking the bed)
I try, but I can't any more.
Just a little bit, pls.

The section finally stands up. I am relieved: Now is good, thanks!
Ten minutes later, the room could only whisper, laughter was no more, and the poor Balint was still red for a long time.