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  • Our housekeeper was waiting for somebody to pay her wage.
    She came once a week, on Monday morning, and clean from 9 till 11. She worked fast enough to clean up the entire house and never complain even if it was foul. She used to wash the plates forsaked in the sink, to fold my laundry and to make up the beds. She came for three years, she was always cheerful, she was never hill. Sometimes it could happen nobody was home so she used a key I hide under the mat for her to enter the flat.

    This was the second Monday of the month and it was Gabriele’s turn to pay. I was working in my room so he called me through the door.
    - Man, Lilin is waiting. Get up and pay the bill. -
    - It’s your turn. – I said without stop writing.
    - No man. Don’t try. I’ve paid last week. -
    - Ehi, stop. I have paid last week, it’s written on the calendar in the kitchen, you can check-.
    - I’ll do. But, anyway, I’ve no cash at the moment so you should pay for me and then I’ll give it back to you. Eventually. –
    I checked my pockets. - Shit. I’m empty too -.
    I eard him swear and saying Lilin he would go to the bancomat next block and came back with the money.
    - Don’t worry - she sayd – let's do it next week, I’ve to go now -.

    I guess I should have been more careful. Or clever, at least. The truth is you never think people are evil, even when you try it on your own skin.

    Three days later someone entered our flat and robbed everything. The key under the mat was dissapeared.
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