A friend of mine told me a story about her childhood that explains some of her strange behaviour today. I don’t want to mention her by her real name, let’s just call her Ane (any similarity to any living person is purely coincidental).Ane had (she still has, the proof that there was no reason to be afraid) 3 smaller sisters and sometimes she had to babysit them. If one of the sisters wanted her to sleep with her, Ane always insisted sleeping next to the wall. This was to protect herself if a gun man entered the room; the gun man would shoot the sister first.
I was always wondering why Ane always insists that I enter a café, a shop or cinema first. Now I know. If there is a gun man waiting, he will shoot me first.
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