Another desperate man

Everyday was a heavy burden. He had to struggle to defend his arguments at work. Nothing was given to him for granted. He always returned home exhausted. One day He burst into tears and confessed: “I only want people to love me, but I don’t know how to get it.”

The girl next door

It doesn’t matter whether I arrive at my apartment building at lunch time or late in the evening. When I climb the last step, I know for certain if my mysterious neighbor is there or not. She always lights one of those incense sticks whose scent goes beyond her door.