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my noisy neighbourhood

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I live in a very lively neighbourhood, in the middle of the old quarter of Pamplona . My home is at the square of St Francis where we have a public school a public library, shops, bars and restaurants. During the week we have the constant noise of kids playing in a small park prepare for them and going in and out of school.

During the weekend the city council gives permission to anybody to organize events in the square, from some Christian sects that sing with loudspeakers, with no mercy for the neighbours, in front to a nonexistent audience; to a mobile rock band with electrics guitars, drums and all, with their artists disguised with colourful wigs, red, yellow, purple…From a procession of traditional ( and deafening) drums, to a street band.

There are people who perform in the street without any permission, but nobody cares.

There is a shop that sells and repairs electric guitars and when some artist come they sometimes organize impromptu performances at the door of the commerce. People gather around, occupying the road, and if there is a car coming they simply open a corridor to let it pass, and then regroup to keep listening.

Sometimes is the same city council who organizes the events like the medieval fair , with artisans, shops, and shows of falconry There is no room for boredom.

From the square there is a nice view of the fireworks with their lights and colours. I Love them, but my cat doesn’t like at all the loud percussive sounds and disappears when the fireworks begin, to hide into a closet.

The real problem is the night. Lots of night life, no chance of having a good sleep during the weekends

Other than that, my neighbourhood is really nice and funny and I enjoy it a lot
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Community Service

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my square (1 of 1)

Every morning at 7:30 am, the cleaning truck pours pressure water on our square making a lot of noise. The square needs a wash up because despite the baskets and containers, there are people who come at night and leave behind them trash and filth. We have a school in the square and a park with swings and slides for the kids. For sure, the square is clean every morning when the kids arrive. The funny thing is that when its raining, the cleaning truck pours pressure water too.  Water upon water. every day at the same hour Summer or winter, rainy or sunny, the cleaning truck never fails.

Community Service.

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My square

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Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.

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Two tourists are walking down my street, looking at their map. They just have passed by one of the oldest houses in town: the tribunal of counts of the ancient kingdom of Navarre (XIII Century). Its situated a block from my home and is the oldest civil building still operating in town.  (The wall at the left of the picture belongs to it).  Here you have a view of its little patio:

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Following the street, the tourists will find the square of San Francis, where there are benches and a small park for kids with swings and other things to play. It’s too early, the hour of the siesta over here, but there are already some kids playing around, and a couple of ladies seated in a bench talking. A group of bicyclists passes in the opposite direction to the couple of tourists towards the City Hall square.

From my window, I can enjoy a view of the colourful houses on the opposite side of the square. There is almost no traffic, so I can hear the birds singing and a mix of voices of kids playing and adults talking.

This night we will have a lot of activity in our square. If the weather is good we will have an open air movie for all the neighbourhood. Later, the technicians will come to install the big screen in the Public School façade with the sound and video system, and everybody will gather to watch the movie programmed by the organization. Because we live in the first floor looking to the square, and because the volume of the sound is pretty high, it’s impossible to avoid the open air movie, even if you stay at home. So, tonight, I guess, I have no choice but to join my neighbours at the movies. I don’t care. At the end it’s fun.

Through the Window.

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To a brick wall

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If you could have a guarantee that one, specific person was reading your blog, who would you want that person to be? Why? What do you want to say to them?

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It’s no use. It’s like talking to a brick wall. But I’m going to do it again. Please, WordPress editors, give us new prompts. This system of repeating old prompts is pathetic. We want new ideas to write about them. It’s weird to take part in a challenge like the daily prompt, and find already in the grid the answer I wrote a year ago like if it had been posted today. And then I have to write about the same topic something new that will appear in the same grid. Old and new, everything mixed. Confusing. I still here because of the community of bloggers I found. I don’t want to leave. But the new system seems to be designed to expel the veterans and destroy the community. I promised myself not to write about this topic any more. But it was you who you asked about what would I like to say. I’m so tired of all this! I guess my readers are tired too. I would like to have had some prompt that inspired me to write a nice story.
Today is Saturday. My neighbourhood is full of life. This morning there was music in the street and dances. Joyful and colourful. In contrast I feel somehow sad and tired. Discouraged. Now the bells chime because tomorrow is a big feast day. Nothing cheers me up. It’s late. I have to finish this nonsense post.

Singular Sensation.

 

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It’s Saturday!

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This just in: let’s pretend that science has proven that karma is a thing. Your words and actions will influence what happens to you in the future. How (if at all) will you change your ways?

A year ago I answered that it will not change my ways at all, and I still thinking the same. Which is good. It shows I have some coherence in my thoughts.

Let’s talk about the present. Today is Saturday and that means that my neighbourhood is in full activity all day. Music, dance, everybody in the streets, and a lot of joy and noise from early in the morning till late at night. No room for boredom. A thunderstorm didn’t discourage my neighbours and our visitors to hit the streets. They simply waited until it passed and continued with their outdoors activities.

There was a festive small music band called “Txaranga” playing in the City Hall square, with a group of youngsters having fun.

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When they left with their music to another street, followed by the group of youngsters dancing and singing, a folkloric group arrived and began to dance at the same spot. As I said, there is no room for boredom in my neighbourhood.

Karma Chameleon.

 

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Rainy mood

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Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind

Yesterday the heavens opened and since then it’s raining heavy non stop. I’m more worried about a flood than a fire. My neighbourhood is close to the river but in a high terrain. We have even a public lift to access to the lowest part of the city, where the river Arga flows. I have good friends who live in a neighbourhood down, close to the riverbank. And the forecast says there will be snow at least till Thursday. They have built this year new walls to contain the waters. So we will see if this time are enough to avoid the floods.

Back to the hypothetical fire. I would go back and try to recover all that reminds me of my father. I think I rescued first time his diaries and some pictures. Second time I rescued my computer where I have his books and more pictures, but there are other things in the house: his pen, his typewriter, his hat, the picture of Our Lady of the Rock of Kotor Bay he had in his desk, letters, some paintings… I really don’t need things to remember him, so vivid he remains in my memory and my heart, but I love to have them around.

 

Burnt.