We have been fitting out our apartment. The previous tenant was the son of the land lady. He left an old table in the kitchen. We used it for a while. The land lady had a neighbour who wanted the table. So the landlady and I carried it down stairs and left it out the front of the building. The neighbour was going to pick it up in their car. I guess they took too long. The next morning I woke up and looked out the window to see the table smashed apart. It must have been the drunken party that gathers every night in the court yard. I was flabbergasted. Collective wealth means nothing in society if you destroy it.
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