While I was there, 2020 the one where I celebrate my birthday in quarantine shirt. On our way back right after we’d entered her building, we bumped into two guys. We started talking to them as we got into the lift, right until we reached our floor where they got off with us. They lived one floor higher and had decided to get off the lift with us to finish the conversation. We decided to hang out with them. They seemed decent enough. We just sat there on the steps, talking. They were carrying water bottles that had alcohol inside instead. They weren’t drunk yet. One of them quickly went to get the vodka bottle from their room so we could also drink. I wasn’t drinking much because I knew I couldn’t handle my alcohol. I drank just to loosen up and be more social. About an hour later, I moved to the balcony. One of the guys followed me.
I wasn’t completely on the 2020 the one where I celebrate my birthday in quarantine shirt on a very high floor, and I’m scared of heights. I was by the door to the balcony. The guy who joined me went straight to the balcony and leaned on the rails. He kept on teasing me about my fear of heights. He was now very drunk. I was still mostly sober as I’d been sipping on the same drink for over an hour. Suddenly, the guy changed the topic completely and told me about his life story. I don’t remember it in detail, but it had something to do with how his parents died when he was young and he was raised by a relative who was poor and had nothing. They had a rocky relationship and he wanted to make this relative proud of him, but he was always messing up.