Naela El-Hinnawy

Behavior

The Other Side of the Door

In the middle of the night a few days ago, a horrible scuffle in the hall woke me up. A man was being pushed out of an apartment. A door slammed. For an hour he sat in the hallway crying. "I don't have a job. I don't have anymore. I don't have a job." He kept saying it over and over, pleading to no one and everyone as he sobbed. It was very frightening. No one called the police. I suspect this was because my neighbors did the same thing I did: sat on the other side of the door and cried with him.

67 Hanson Place