Nina Stoïanov from France I had worked hard all day long, concentrating my efforts to respect the deadline for a special issue. It was 11:00 p.m. There was nobody else in the office. I was tired. I just wanted to get home, have a bath and relax. I took the elevator and stopped in the lobby to sign "out" in the presence book. Then, I came back to the elevator and pushed the button. Nothing happened. Again. Nothing. The main entrance door was closed, of course. I headed toward a staircase door. Closed. The other door. Also closed. Yet, there were supposed to be emergency exits! I was in a fine predicament, trapped like a rat! I didn't want to spend the whole night in the lobby! In the shadow of the night lights, I looked for the safety guard's phone number. After a while, at last I found it! I called the number. No answer. Again. No answer. I was very anxious. Then, I heard a remote whistling coming from the staircase. Full of hope, I knocked on the door, shouting at the same time. At last, the night watchman rescued me. He had been making his hourly round. That's why there had been no answer to my phone call! Since then, all night watchmen are equipped with a mobile phone which takes relay calls from the main line.
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