Anna was our maid when I was 17 years old in Rome. One night as I sat in my darkened room with an open window, Anna ran unaware that I could see her along the balcony climbed on top of the rail and plunged. The other maids in the courtyard actually urged her to commit suicide. They had had enough of her complaints about life.
Instead of falling straight down, smashed on the cement courtyard, she "flew" diagonally to the left and landed as story below into our neighbors balcony. There wasn't even a scratch on her body. The story relates how the events unfolded and I wrote a play about it in 1958.