I have always had a good relationship with our neighbours. I greet everyone warmly and with a smile.
My neighbour is a man at my age, he also lives and works alone. But there is something strange. Every night this man comes in, asks for a cup of butter or flour and leaves. I think he don’t know how to talk to me, and he chose this way.
But yesterday an incident changed everything. He came to my house with a glass in his hand and asked for butter. Then, he took money out of his pocket and said: “When you go to the store, get some for me too, I’m very tired.”
I was shocked and confused. We didn’t communicate after this strange incident. I think he just used me as a “slave” who must buy everything for him.