Ah! not this is not my neighborhood, far from this community integration.

I have three neighbors, I will describe them (with fictitious names):

On the right side: Mrs. Mary, 42, married to Mickey, about 65 years old. Both do not work and have no children.

On the left side: Ms. Isabella, 40, works in a restaurant ten hours a day. Married to Lucas, 38 years old, unemployed and lazy, my childhood friend. The couple has a small child.

In front of my house: Mrs. Emilly, about 55, a widow for 15 years without children.

And the days are like that, Mrs. Emilly stands at the window watching the three houses, she watches for hours. She often sees Mrs. Mary entering Lucas's house, they have been lovers for many years, since Mrs. Mary has moved, I do not even know how long she has been.

At the end of the day, when Mrs. Isabella arrives from work, the discussion begins. Mrs. Emilly screams in her backyard:

There is a neighbor here who does not know the husband she has, and has a husband here who does not know the woman he has. This neighborhood here needs to know God, they are all perverted, they live in sin.

Mrs. Isabella also starts shouting:

You will not get a husband screaming like that, you crazy old lady.

Mickey pretends he does not know, denies any comment about it.

And so the days go by ... With love and affection from my beloved neighborhood.