A lot of burglaries had been committed during the last two months in Mrs. Walter's neighborhood. She didn't know what to do: there was no public safety in her city and as it was summer, most of her neighbours weren't in town. She was the only left in her street. She was scared to death however she wanted to make a difference. She started to call the police but they didn't come (Sometimes, she wondered wether libian milicians would have done a better job than those lazy policemen that they had in town. They only thing that they ensured was their salary). One day, her children came by and asked her to come and stay with them. "Why don't you come and stay with me instead" - She answered - "What a nerve!" (=Quel culot!: Can I say that?). All night long, she used to stay calm listening to every strange noise. She had written down possible solutions for that curse (fléau) : pray to Saint Michael (better stil to his dragon), spread garlic powder in front of every empty house and other solutions proposed in "Home alone"... she always finished laughing at herself. One night, she saw a moving van in front of the Peterson: that beated everything (c'était le comble) and knowing that there weren't any casualties (blessés), she decided to call the paramedics and the firefighter. She told them that there were a fire and a whole family were stuck in the house. That's the way in wich things are here in my country: there has to be a dead people to make the public safety react.