There was a death in our buildinng some weeks ago. There was screaming and calls for help. I was asleep but was woken. Her distraught voice stayed with me for a long time. The man who died was in his forties and he was the most unpleasant person living in our building. His last message to the building’s whatsapp group was to insinuate that another neighbour was renting out her flat by the hour, ie running a brothel. Another neighbour later commented that the biggest complainer in the building had gone. It is hard to know what to feel when a person dies who is unpleasant in this small way.
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