We go here with our wife somewhere on the street and we hear someone calling us.

The neighbors! Neighbors and greetings! - runs to us the grandmother of God, a neighbor from a rental apartment, from which we left a year ago.

Do you want to move back? She asks with hope in her eyes.

Yes, we live in our own now, what, bad neighbors?

Not that word! They got already! constantly, some

They have walks, and you are so good, I didn’t even hear you, well, except when you did it!

Here, my wife and I red, and the neighbor stands and remembers the word,

She shows her hands with some undue gestures. We are like Azerbaijani tomatoes.

On the guitar! She finally remembers and continues to gesture with her hands.