As I watched the water running down the living room floor, tears rolled down my cheeks as I exclaimed anguished:
-Why?!! Why?!!
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Just a couple of days ago the washing machine had broken due to a power outage. Last week, the water heater had decided to commit suicide in the middle of winter. Now, a pipe in the kitchen had broken, and the house was flooding.
-Why?!! Why?!!
My roommate was gazing peacefully at the artificial river in front of the couch. “Things don’t last as they used to,” he was pleased to say. Meanwhile, in the midst of a crisis, I continued with my laments:
-Why?!! Why?!!
Finally, I managed to move him; partly.
-Calm down, it will be solved.
-How?! The plumber won’t be available for another fifteen days.
-That’s bad luck. And did he tell you why?
-He told me he was stressed, the doctor suggested him to take a break.
-That’s very prudent.
-Yes, very prudent, but what do we do until he returns?!
-Buy a boat or a life jacket.
Heartbroken by his lack of concern, I resumed my moans.
-Why?!! Why??!!
-Why don’t you read a book?
-Because they are all under the water.
-Well, why don’t you write something then?
-Because my notebooks are also underwater.
-Here, a napkin.
-What?!
-Yes, do it on a napkin; if J.K. Rowling did it …
-But I don’t have a pen.
-There’s one on the coffee table. Grab it before it goes underwater too.
So, here are some of those notes on paper napkins, and then on tissues.
