I think my upstairs neighbour lives in Siberia. He must be.
Otherwise I cannot explain the noise going on in his room late at night and
very early in the morning. And the cold gets so heavy that he pulls to his bed
all the furniture in the room: bookcase, table, chairs, desk etc., to keep him
warm during his sleep. Early in the morning, when he wakes up, he pushes them
all to their proper places, and rushes to the bathroom. Typhoons and lightnings
must fight for his attention, while he clumsily reaches for the comb. That must
be his first worry: One must look incredibly handsome! Then he goes to the
kitchen and, against a dreadful earthquake, he manages to drink his coffee
while sitting.
Oh dear, and I thought the heavy snow outside is the most
horrible meteorological phenomenon.
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