God in Quito

Everyday, each time I go up and down the stairs, from my flat to the roof and back, I walk by her flat.

One day, after watching Morgan Freeman playing god, she came out for a minute of fresh air, and saw me above her, on the edge of the roof.

She jumped back, bringing her hand to her chest, and trying to catch her breath, before apologizing for her intrusion. Then proceeded to explain that when she looked up, she thought I was god.

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