Date: 6/16/2016
By boadicea
I wake up to find in my apartment things that were not here the day before when I went to bed. There are professional cleaning equipment, including some plastic bottles containing chemicals, maybe a trowel, as well as a six-pack of milk bottles and a big cardboard box full of dictionaries. I come to the conclusion that the repairman of the apartment block brought all this early in the morning while I was still sleeping and that I didn't hear him. Suddenly, I'm in my grandparents' living room with my family, the stuff is still here. I grab one of the dictionaries in the cardboard box to find out that it is a French to Spanish one. There are at leat five to ten of them, and it is only a small part of the content of the box. I don't speak Spanish, so as I am not going to use them, I ask if anyone around me wants to take one. I am energetic and cheerful as I ask it, but immediately after the question left my mouth, I feel ingrate and disrespectful to distribute what had been given to me, and I hope the repairman didn't hear me.