It's amazing, and actually, not my fault at all. And in case it was, I wouldn't care; my neighbors are very interesting people.

No, not the people in front or in the left - they are snobby, stuck up, obnoxious and annoying. I'm talking about the couple across the street, hell, how interesting they are! I was eighty percent sure that the woman knew about my curiosity.

But instead of running to tell my mother with her expensive heels doing noise in the pavement, she was smiling whenever I was sticking the nose to the window. The woman reads in french, dresses in english and speaks in spanish. I like to think that she cooks in italian, but I might be wrong.

Yesterday, I was sitting in the humid grass, talking with my lawn gnomes when she came closer without looking at both sides before crossing the street. With a very fragile voice, she invited me to her house and baked some cookies.

"I've been spying on you too" she commented and asked for the sugar.