FTHT-242 It's been a while since I last did it... I'm happy. Thank you. Memories of a summer day when I stood back with the lady in the next room through a wall hole with the woman in the wall

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.