The girl upstairs.
few years I used to live in a family for good, even if he knew who had been evicted for a long period of breach of contract. They had not seen and not heard, except over the Christmas period in which apparently had invited friends and relatives. I had met a few times in the elevator or the stairs a girl looks very nice, probably a student but at most I would say good morning or good afternoon half-heartedly. She was very attractive but it seemed that not even see me, I was for her as the push button of the lift or stairs.
lot when I was sorry he had to go to this family. When the premises were free from furniture I, naturally curious, I wanted to see this apartment as it was where I had never entered. I went up to their plan and saw that the door was not locked. I went in and did the rounds of the rooms. Had been kept well, the only sign that had been inhabited were tracks on the carpet right out of the furniture. I saw that the apartment was almost the same as mine, I knew the layout of the living room, dining room, the room of parents and brother, I noticed that the mysterious girl's room was directly above my room. But in the middle of the room, there where there must have been the chair of the student, a detail caught my attention, was a semi-circle carpet that seemed to have been lifted and then put back in place. It seemed to me strange that in a house so well kept there was this curious detail. This piece, very precisely cut, it raised one hand with ease and great was my surprise, noting that the center was a small hole. I knelt down to see better and I was discovering that the grout from the hole, through a lens you could see my room, and more specifically my bed. I was speechless.
thousand questions came to mind: those who had made that hole, and why, how much time there, I ran to the floor in my room, at the base of the chandelier was no semblance of a hole but it was confused with the coverage wires. Who had done was very good, knew his business, he realized that no one would have noticed. I was shocked. I had been spied on by who knows who, who knows how long, who knows why, without thousands of questions I could think of only one answer. Could it be that this beautiful girl who had never shown interest in me, had a mind so twisted want me to see my privacy rather than do my own knowledge? Or maybe she knew nothing about it and the hole was there for many years before? I was no longer in the skin, I had many women, partners, friends or casual acquaintances, I had made love and sex so many times, three times too, unaware of being observed by a stranger. It seemed possible and at the same time absurd. I decided that I had to find out. But how? I could call the owner of the building, or the police or a private investigator who know a thousand ways to spy on people in the end I opted for a Ponzi all that I found on the list. And was immediately set to work. Now that the scale went up to check the lamp and quickly made a sensational discovery, there was a tiny microphone perfectly camouflaged on the chandelier. Armed with his experience he wanted to get upstairs and, well hidden under the carpet, he found a crack in the housing of a button battery that blend with the floor. "He understood sir, I said, those who watched the felt well, had to have a radio receiver tuned with a microphone and, in addition to seeing could listen quietly. " I was more confused, not knowing what to do. "There is not much for me to do, we have discovered everything," and walked away leaving me his ticket. First we got out of the door to ask for the new address of the family who had moved, he said that the nominee was a certain John Smith who had left his address for the sending of any incoming mail. I ran to check the phone book, but there were tens of John Smith, no one at that that was not even on the list. At this point I sat to reflect. I was agitated, my heart went a thousand and I did not know how to proceed. The alternatives were let go, close the hole in the lamp, remove the microphone and forget everything. She or someone she had just watched, they had fun at my expense, perhaps the girl invited her friends to get the most laughs at my expense, perhaps you excited and masturbated in solitude, this could be the reason for his studied indifference when we met. Another possibility was to ask the building owner who had lived in that apartment in previous years. The bank knew who was the director, I got in touch with him. Not to mention the presence of the espionage system, I asked him who were the previous tenants. He said that several years before the three floors had been rented for a certain period at a police office or Finance, or something like that, it was rather vague, it seemed that he knew more, but I thought that meant more. So I know that these phantom tenants were needed to spy on someone and that was enough. Evidently the girl had found the hole and if he had the opportunity to peek into my room I could not know but just imagine. At this point I was so upset, but I still intend to abandon the search. I closed the hole and tore the microphone. He was about to take possession of the floor above a new family I hoped was more communicative than the last. When already beginning to weaken my curiosity, the incredible happened. The door stopped me one morning to deliver a package from lasciatomi mysterious girl. Open the envelope with trembling hands and heart in fibrillation, raced to my house to read the letter attached. It read: Dear Mr. Andrew, I owe you many apologies for having long taken advantage of her. After accidentally discovered what I called "my secret observatory," he has opened a "light". I was well on track with my studies of behavioral sociology, and I happened, quite unexpectedly, the opportunity to enrich my thesis with the study of the behavior of many women in the sexual act. The great variety of subjects to study allowed me to understand the different female behavior, with the help of sound that was decisive. Do not hide the fact that I was lying on the ground for months to take notes with which I could enrich this thesis that enclose without my name and that she has every right to read, if it so desires. My work has been studied at length by my professors who have had no hesitation in 'give it top marks and high praise. All this I owe to you too that I am very grateful.
I'm sorry for my behavior, however, almost grim for him. Though ardentemete wanted to know in person and maybe I was falling in love with her, I was jealous of his stories, so I'm forced to be almost hostile to not compromise the success of my study. I was slowly fond of the character that I found tender and passionate or absent on various occasions, but I was left with the memory of an imaginative and sensitive person. Please do not look for me, I changed my city, I think it's better that way. Sincerely,
The girl upstairs.
I was stunned, confused, not knowing what to think, all had passed over me and unsuspecting victim, with the only consolation that I assisted in the thesis of Laura of an unknown, which now decide to disappear instead of sharing their success. But it was useless to think about it, any relationship with this girl so attractive it would be always conditioned by countless stories of having sex, studied and described in detail. The girl was right upstairs, so it will be better.
Erico Menczer, March 2007
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