I live on the 12th floor of the concrete building built during the socialist era. The lift has been out of order all day, so I had to go up and down the stairs when I went to the city. It was boring, but also interesting in a way. I met the people I had never seen before, and I had a chance to see the inner side of the building for the first time. I realized that I hadn’t known anything about my neighbours before today…
