#52640 - I was in the centre of a city, living on the ground floor in a converted garage sticking out from the rear of a row of apartments and houses. I had intended to stand and finish myself off one day, but she changed her routine during school holidays, and then the owner of my place decided to sell, so I moved elsewhere and had more adventures, which I will write about soon. When I saw her from indoors, I would go out and pretend to hang out washing or clean the windows and noticed after a few times that as she returned to her house, she would pause and look my way, partly as I was an object of curiosity locally, being a foreigner trying to live amongst the locals rather than in a fancy expensive apartment or house.