I went with my deceased father to visit a colleague whom I have not seen before because our professional contact was only through paper work and the internet. He welcomed us in his rather dim apartment and I felt a bit embarrassed because my clothes looked too casual. We talked a lot and I exaggerated in praising the quality of his work. His wife was somewhere at the house but I did not see her.
He accompanied me to the door and we waited for the lift to take me down. The lift was old and did not seem functioning well. When its door got open there was a young woman inside with her children (boy and girl). On the way down, the lift went bit by bit slower and then stopped between two floors. We were stuck. Finally we could jump out of a window. I carried up the children to reach the window. Their mother and I followed next. I went out of the dim building to the street which was not very bright either.
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