When home is not so sweet
Running dogs |
“Home sweet
home” is almost the first phrase that comes to your mind when you arrive home. New
emotions to share, new photos to be thumbed up…
Living in the old appartment house
Everything
goes fine if you live in a cottage, somewhere in the countryside free from
blocks of flats with thin walls. What I want to say is that I am really glad
for those lucky ones who are not woken up by the cacophony of a neighbour’s TV
every morning, a raging pee sound in the next door bathroom, loud hippo-like voices
talking on the phone for hours.
What discomposes more
Stress
surrounds us everywhere. After a working day plenty of people find home the very
place to relax and escape from hustle and bustle. As for the dwellers of a
flat, it is not quite possible. Old flats with brick walls without any noise isolation
open a new world of Neighbourland. Don’t you like watching TV? You have to
listen to it. Don’t you want to listen to your neighbour’s singing? You have to
enjoy it without being asked to. Are you allergic to cigarette smoke? Oh, come
on, don’t be so misanthropic. You would get used to the smoke soon as the
process of becoming a passive smoker doesn’t take long.
Favourite type of neighbours
What is
worse, your home stops being your castle when a neighbour starts thinking that
any home is his /her home. First he knocks at the door and asks for scissors
which would never see its owner again. Next he greets you like an old friend of
his and says something unpleasant about other neighbours. Then he becomes so
annoying that you begin praying not to meet him at the main entrance of the
block of flats when you leave for work or come home. Surprisingly such friendly
neighbours occur to be unemployed or retired. They have no friends, their own
children, if any, do not visit them, they are not interesting to anybody except
for other annoyers.
‘You shall love your neighbour as yourself.’ To love,
or not to love? That’s the question of a simple dweller of the block of flats.
Home sweet home |
P.S.: Not
mentioning running dogs, running kids, barking dogs, crying kids… Love me, love
my neighbours.
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