I arrived to Lisbon last night and, at 3:30am I wake up with a fat man screaming Help! in the corridor of my hotel, panting, with some german words in the mix. I think he’s having a heart attack so I call the reception 8 floors down, I jump out of bed, open the door and step out in my underwear.

I was worried, he was leaning against a door a the other end of the corridor, he seemed to be in pain. I start walking towards him (continues to shout for help) and stop at a distance. I ask him “Are you OK?” — He stops shouting and his voice totally changes, I think he was surprised to see me. Then he says “what? Oh, yes. Hey, come here for a second!” gesturing with his hand in a sort of a conspiring way for me to come closer, like he wanted me to help him throw the door down or something. I stood there for a few second, just looking at him in silence and then I could finally put together  in words what I was thinking: “Are you crazy?! There are more people sleeping on this floor, and you’re there shouting for help? I thought you were having a heart attack. Can you please shut up? Are you out of your mind?” He looked at me like I was crazy (I probably am). The reception people came and spoke to him. I went to bed and could hear him shouting for help really low until I fell asleep. 

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