I wanted to rehearse parties for the choir, but was afraid to strike the feelings of the neighbors with my trolls, because I live now in a warm climate and, accordingly, a house with cardboard walls.

I waited until the daytime, when everyone was at work... Hypothetically, only visitors and staff of the cafe under our apartment could be hindered, but there was always such a noise that the risk of disturbing the audience by singing was minimized.

A quarter of an hour later, a bell came to the door. Everything, I thought, I will now scratch.

At the threshold was the owner of the coffee shop... With a plate in her hands and a decent piece of their brand cake on it.

Are you going to bite me for the lack of tomatoes or are you just hinting that it’s time for me to shut my mouth with a cake? I try to smooth up the situation immediately.

“No,” the aunt smiles wide, “I ask you to come down and sing with us.

I was lucky, I thought, I was lucky.

I went singing for food.