FTHT-240 It's fine! Come inside me. Come inside me through the wall hole! Memories of a summer day when I stood back through the wall hole with the lady in the next room

One day, a hole broke into the wall separating the room I live in from the next room... I began to communicate with the woman who lives next to me, listening to the sounds of everyday life that I could hear from the thin walls of my rags apartment. Then I stood back with the lady in the next room through the wall hole.