I am running home today. In my head 1 thought is to bring those 3 beers that I have in the toilet without splashing. In the mouth a chewing machine, in the hand the key from the apartment. Running through the 4th floor, I am on the 5th, splashing a gum in my hand and throwing to run into the window opened on the stairs and... dancing under the door with the gum in my hand slowly catching what it was there behind the window.