and Casanova.
I’m so old that when I pass by the grandmothers sitting on the bench at the entrance, I always smile and say, “Hello, girls,” and they all say goodbye. The situation is normal, because I live in this house for a long time, and the grandmothers are also constant.
And then one day, as I passed by them, I greeted them again and went on, and suddenly I hear one of them, apparently new and also deaf, asking loudly:
Who is this?
This is the house from the fifth apartment.
The Truth?! to
He greeted all the women and smiled. The poor woman!
All the men are the same, the other man cried out.
At the age of 70, I finally became a man.