It was last week. I guess a two-year love story with my aids is not too bad, so it had to happen someday.
I was working in my office when a loud alarm-like sound went off. Now, in certain parts of the world this is habitual, but not in this quiet little part of Switzerland. We don’t have house and car alarms going off twenty times a day (we don’t have house or car alarms most of the time). Ambulances and police cars sometimes go by but they won’t use their sirens unless they need them.
We looked at each other in the office, and I hopped out of the ground-level window to investigate. Was this going to involve calling the police?
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