One morning I could not open my door. There was a sleeping man on the other side. First I got angry, because he was in my way. But later on I felt a little embarrassed that I had shouted at him to move. I had been morning myself in my nice bed, I had even watched the news and this guy had to wake up with a door slammed right on to his back. After that morning, he started to come back regularly. I guess he liked our staircase. My neighbor and I started to get used to having him there and when he did not show up we wondered if everything was okay. But he always came back. The sad thing was of course that he was homeless; he did not have a place that was really his place. But it was not that pleasant for us either. The snoring was okay but he also smoked and sometimes he left the staircase in a mess. As the house was old and had mainly wood construction, it was a little bit scary to have a sleepy man smoking in the staircase. Instead of throwing him out, we decided to install fire alarms in the staircase. Some weeks later I found out that somebody had removed the battery from all of them... I guess he did not like the noise when he was smoking the last cigarette of the day. sleeping man, staircase, smoke alarm