Sometimes our grandmothers in their care for us come to an incredible absurdity.
The evening. The apartment is dark, the light only burns in the kitchen where I am cooking. I go out of the kitchen and it’s dark in the hallway. Because of the corner, some inhumane scream: “AAAA...”
I am surprised how I didn’t rush in response... by inertia I take a step – behind the corner is the grandmother (she went to the kitchen). I ask: What are you cheering for? She: Yes, it’s dark, I see you go, I was afraid to scare... oh oh