The Sewer Resident

The Sewer Resident
“This place is nice, really comfortable.” With the curiosity about all the novelties, together with a little fear for uncertainty, I started my first day in this metropolis, namely, the first day in this house.
It was a small but comfortable apartment which belongs to an old lady. She was in her middle sixty. The first time I first met her, I perceived something around her that was unspeakable but unusual. I knew she was a good person since she charged the apartment for such a tempting price, but that kind of feeling kept haunting in my mind until one day, it suddenly occurred to me that a woman in her middle sixty should be like those dames sitting over the path in my hometown who are chatting with each other under the topic of some superficial entertainments and the scandal of those flashy celebrities in order to kill their insipid retiring life. How would she, I had to say even it was a little offensive, look like a factory lady who work for over 20 hours a day without rest?