As usual, I used the key to unlock the lower lock, then, I used the other key to unlock the upper lock. The door didn't open. Well, that had never happened to me. I tried it again with gentle patience. But, I could not remember what direction which key should turn to now. In the following minutes, all I did was to keep changing keys to push in, turn around and pull out. I just could not figure out why the door was not open. I was not panic, but the degree of anxiety was increasing. I don't remember for how long I tried and tried. All I remember was I finally made the door open. But, before I could take a deep breath, there stood my dear husband just right behind the door! He sighed and shaked his head and commented: "I just want to see how long it will take for you to open the door! I did not know that you have not figured out how to open our door!" We had moved into our apartment more than ten years by then!
