The arrival of new tenants on my floor means one thing: I need to have "the conversation" again. I do not look forward to "the conversation", it's just something I realised I needed to do after my previous neighbours had called the police.

I knocked on the door.

A woman in her mid-30s opened the door. She was accompanied by a man of the same age. Her husband, obviously. The woman was tall and lean. She wore a black T-shirt and blue jeans that hugged her curves. The man was also tall and lean. He wore a red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and blue jeans. They were a very attractive couple. They were new people in our town. I had not seen them in the church before.

"Hello," I said, "I'm Anna. I'm your neighbour." The woman invited me inside and offered me tea. Her name was Aga, and the man's name was Wojtek. They had just moved from Warsaw for Wojtek's job. We chatted a bit more and then I got to the main reason for my visit.

"I just wanted to apologise in advance," I said, "My boyfriend sometimes comes to my place... And we can be a bit loud...". I stared into the floor as if I was embarrassed.

"Oh, " said Aga, "Okay".

"How loud?", - asked Aga. She had looked somewhat bored previously. Now, she was interested.

"The sound proofing is good here. It's a good old building," I said. "It's just that... I can scream and call for help... And you might hear some of that from the corridor. But I want you to know that it's all good. It's a part of the game that we play," I giggled nervously.

Now, Aga became even more interested. "Ah, I see," she said.

"People who lived in this flat before you", I said, "called the police... So I decided I just had to tell you in advance it's all okay".

"Oh wow," - Aga seemed surprised and excited, - "It's THAT fun?"

She made an eye contact with Wojtek and I think I noticed a hint of disappointment in her glance.

"It can be quite fun," I admitted.

Wojtek seemed uncomfortable. "This is what young people do these days," he announced. It seemed like he wanted to prove something to Aga with this statement.

"How old is your boyfriend?" Aga asked.

"He's 43," I responded.

Aga looked at Wojtek victoriously.

"Anyway..." I wanted to end this conversation as fast as possible, "I really should go."

"Of course, " said Aga. Her voice was much warmer than when she had greeted me, "We understand. We won't be disturbing your... games. We're so happy for you!"

As I left, I could feel Aga's eyes on me. They were full of curiosity and longing.

I was also afraid that Wojtek now hated me.