I remember the Summer a few years ago, I was preparing a liver stew. Because of the heat, I was only wearing a rubber apron. While I was listening to Rotting Christ, Behemoth and some other metal, when the doorbell rang. I open, still with my hands, the knife and the apron full of blood. I think they were these Jehovah guys, but they left quickly and to this day I have not seen them again. I don’t know what happened, I couldn’t say more than a Hello