One day a strange man I had never seen was in my house when I came in. He was sitting in the middle of the living room as if it had been his own home. Well it was, and he told me that quickly! I could see he was the partner.
Then the landlord came in. Well, now he was the ex lord. The partner informed him he is not the President of the company any more.
The ex lord went to see his doctor, who prescribed him some pills. Because of the pills he became a chronic depressive. He was very sad. We went to the sauna. He said his life is over. It was Christmas, and he and his wife invited me over to have the Christmas meal. It was like in a funeral.
Why did the doctor prescribe those depressants? The patient had already lost all his money. He had no money to lose any more!
Who needs to sleep. We can all sleep in the grave when this nonsense is over.