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Have I ever told you about the house in which I live in??? I don't remember so. That's why in this very bored moment of summer I'm gonna spent sometime talking about it. The house I'm living in is not exactly a new house. No matter how we repaint it every year and fix it up, the fact that it have been built half a century ago can't be denial. Don't think about a classic and elegant house yet. Mine look nothing like that, it is a city house. Thank to my grandpa who is an engineer it is not at all ugly. In fact it's beautiful in it own way. Strong and protective. That's how my house is.
When I say my house is protective I'm not kidding. Unless somebody from the in side forget to lock the door there is almost no way somebody can break into without causing with attention. Remember those movie in which you can silently knock down the glass and break into the house. Not gonna happen here. behind the thick glass of my window is not only a curtain but also a beautiful yet strong web of metal. Unless you have a saw in your hand a break in will not possible. The same happen for all the small door around the house. What about the front door? It would take hours to break through those two iron door.
But it is not the door that make me feel the house is so isolate. It is its entire structure. The structure is mean to isolate the house with the condition out side it. When I'm in my house, all noise around seem to disappear. all the car, motorbike, people around me seem to vanish. You can't imagine staying alone in the house. It's just like you are the only one in the world. Most of the time I stay alone, I sleep. One hour, two hours or twenty hours, they are dall the same. Time doesn't matter any more. Nothing matter 'cause nothing exist. I'm the only living thing and I'm staying still so everything 's staying still. At least until somebody ring the bell.
Most of the walls are painted white. Not completely while. Actually it is a very very light violet. So light it turns white. It's nice actually. It doesn't remind me of the hospital's color. That sickly white always give me such a headache. However, somehow that white make my life even more still than it already is.
Nice but quiet and scarily isolate. That's my house.