I'm home.
I should point out that my presence here has nothing to do with the invitation extended by the London School of Economics Massimo D'Alema. The fact that he was in London and I here is only a coincidence, I swear.
I'm visiting my sister and the return on the way to my parents' house, I run into a sign that advertises a gym. A gym for everybody - I want to clarify - children, adults and ladies. There is something wrong ... because the ladies belong to a separate category? Are not "mature"? They do different exercises. Well, needless to think and make a feminist philosopher.
Keep walking.
Here I am in my building, I greet the doorman and known to be injured. The sources (my family) I confirm that was done in a barrel near crazy. There are rumors that they were lovers. The crazy tenant has carried out several attacks on his life. A love gone bad.
"I heard screams. I heard someone say," Help, Help! ", But I was afraid ... There were many people on the balconies overlooking"
"Someone called the police?"
"Yes, eventually."
"At the end of what? At the end of the fight? When we saw that nobody died?"
Apparently the concierge is much stronger neighbor's crazy, but has resisted. "I could kill him."
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