Where does that door lead to Douglas
It is not a door
If by chance you opened that door
Then you would plunge five floors
Probably to your death
Are you telling me that those are lift doors
Yes
I have never seen an apartment
With its own lift
They are quite common
Does it not make you nervous
I mean you are so near death
I am as near to death
When I am next to a window
Or when I stand on the balcony
Your observation makes little sense
What about your privacy
I have no privacy
Neither do you
Nobody in this city enjoys privacy Sylvia
May I remove my shoes as my toes are sore
Of course
But you should wear softer shoes