Through the morning's wind and rain comes a woman's voice: "Will somebody help me? I'm blind. I can't find my way." I look out the window and see someone (I assume it's her, but I don't know) sheltering at the side of the tower block that faces mine. She has a shopping trolley and, I think, a stick. I'm about to get dressed and go down and ask if she needs help, but she slowly moves to the front of the building and goes inside. I don't know if she had a key, or if someone buzzed her in.
The next morning, I still hear her voice.
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