I try to concentrate on a difficult reading and the neighbor, screaming in front of a screen, punching the walls, stomping hard from one side to the other, does not permit. The text is Christian, Christian mysticism. And instead of reading it, absorbing it, I reflect on whether or not I should forgive the animal that screams endlessly. Angry, he will break something, I am sure. In five minutes he pronounced all the bad words I know. It seems the right-back of the team has done any nonsense. Goal of the opponent. Punches, screams, new bad words. And my noise muffler only muffles the damn noise. Should I forgive him? I try to think and an insult invades my mind. The animal risks a cardiac arrest for nothing, and the show loses its grace because it makes my room shake. I completely lose the thread of the narrative and the patience. I throw the book into any corner and let the judgment convince me: the “brother” makes any Christian argument impossible.
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