I sat with a friend and celebrated his birthday. In the morning, asleep, we begin to gather, and then in the unlocked door flies his neighbor from below (sometimes a scandalous grandmother), and pushes one of us, in the end we fall in a narrow corridor like a domino. We're just going to give a hand, but it's somehow uncomfortable to touch an elderly woman... In short, we fell on each other three times as we accompanied her.)
And you say the crowd, the hopes, the athletes... The power in the grandmothers.)