His wife has a back pain, walks and holds onto the back, complains that, say, everything, the cappuccino, old age has come. I comfort her:
We wanted to get old together, so we met old age. Give it five!
We shake our hands and start playing.
The Wife:
Well, yes, we met old age and we met Alzheimer’s.

The Alzheimer’s? I do not remember.

c) The Tambu