
A Story About My Neighbor
Nov 4 · 6 min read
It’s 1:33 am right now, and I cannot go to sleep until I finish this article. To be perfectly honest this is one of those articles I don’t know how to write, but I’ll try. I’ll try because I think it’s important.
It all started with a fridge that my landlord put in the hall of the house — the place where I rent a small apartment in.
“Somebody moved?” I thought. Either somebody moved out or the fridge is broken, I didn’t know.
Later I…

