The beginning of history. At the entrance came a neighbor with a perforator. During the month, around eight in the morning, he drilled the walls for a few seconds. 10 seconds every day! And I go to bed late, I sleep sensibly and when I wake up, I can’t fall asleep again. I have been sleepy for a month.
Today, on the staircase floor below, a neighbor with a spatula carves a cement hole near the door. I ask, what happened? Trying to open? It was more poetic. Two of his sons, of middle and junior school age, broke a hole from the side of the apartment with a perforator. Started on the Internet about a neighbor with a perforator and decided to settle it in our entrance. When the adults went to work, they turned on the instrument. They wrapped up in the same place under the painting until they came out of the apartment. A growing generation.