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.