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