You were my home for the last seven and a half years.The doors were open but I never noticed that windows were not.Until you said there was no enough air.I opened each one of them for you and thought that would be enough.But still - not.We tried to build a new one, with doors and windows wide open and had proper lighting to see what’s missing.
So sad that you failed to wait for the day that we might be able to say - it’s not mine, it’s not yours, but ours.
