…Right at the most interesting moment, when the heartthrob DiCaprio was dragging the sunken “Titanic” along with his newly found lover, Rose, persistent doorbell rings sounded in my apartment. Regretfully, I pressed the video intercom button and went to open the door. The radio murmuring from the kitchen brought me back to reality: it was doing it again—either miners were lying on the tracks, or the president, or the elevator operator…
With my mood already ruined, I looked through the door peephole—who on earth was coming to me at such a late hour—and I was surprised.