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The flight is delayed. It happens. Shit happens. Ok, the departure is only fifteen minutes late, no problem! But as the proverb states, "a good beginning makes a good ending". In fact the end of this journey would have required a lot of time to come. Once landed, it appeared clear I would had to experience several inconveniences. Because of too much coins into the wallet, the latter got broken. When? Of course, right at the moment of paying the renew of public transport season ticket. So, for the joy of pickpockets, I had to put all the coins into the pockets. And of course, It appeared evident I would had to buy a new wallet. Both tube and tram, I have to say, arrived soon, almost immediately. That's nice when you have luggages. But what is not nice is to discover to be out. I mean out of the house. Once arrived at home the first operation to do is to open the door. It could sound weard, 'cause It's evident the door has to be opened and this is the first thing to to in order to come in. But It was not the case. Not for me. In front of the door I try to open, but the keyhole doesn't work. I try several time, but there's nothing to do. In the meanwhile a freezy wind starts to blow. Ok: be abroad, with no home where to go to, staying under the storm, is something normal. But in any case, what a fuck! Welcome back, man! Trying to reach the home owner is something complicated! She's always busy in her work, in her activities, and even if is possible to talk to her she's never in the condition to do anything. But there are no alternatives. I call her, and with great surprise she answers. And then I realize where the problem is: it's inside. There works ongoing in her apartment, and workmen are all around. Someone of them left the key into the keyhole, that's why it wasn't impossible to open the door. So I ring the bell, I explain who I am, and finally a men in coverall arrives to open. But, you know what? "a good beginning makes a good ending". So, if you have not a good beginning, everything could turn in tragedy. So, when finally I can came in I find a barricade in front of the door of my little apartment. It is made by the old fixtures just replaced by the workmen. "Ehm... I'm sorry", says the guy who opened the door of the building. "We didn't know there was a person living there. We remove immediately all this stuff". Ok, I know a thing at least: I know that I have time to go to the supermarket. I said at the beginning the everything would have required a lot of time to finish.