It seemed like I was looking for an apartment to buy. I entered a big old and prestigious condominium, but the entrance and the lobby were not as I expected such a building would have. It was rather dim and seedy-looking with idle persons standing in the corners. I was told there was a vacant apartment in the eighth floor, and the moment I entered the elevator, someone warned me that the higher floors are not as well preserved as the lower ones. He added the walls up there were not made of marble.
As the old metal caged elevator was going up, I saw the gradual deterioration of the condition of each floor. When I got out in the eighth floor, it looked like a big dirty kitchen of a low-end restaurant. There were baked crusty pastes I could not recognize if they were for pizzas or bread. The kitchen staff was deep frying in a huge pan. I stopped and struck up a conversation with someone, when I saw a stray small cat jumping from the floor up into the frying pan. I was about to scream but the cat could get its head and body out of the oil and shook itself dry. It was not hurt and that left me very surprised. A young girl took it in her hands and kept patting on its back. I thought the girl's hands must have been all greasy and dirty.
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