FTHT-241 “Hey… I’m Not Sure If It’s Your First Time, An Old Lady… Is That Okay?” I Remember A Summer Day When I Stood Back With The Lady In The Next Room Through A Wall Hole.

One day, a hole broke into the wall separating my room 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.