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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
Percussive

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Saturday night

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Tell us about the most exciting big night out you had recently.

Recently? My nights are busy and eventful without leaving home. Since my mom had a brain stroke my nights out  had finished. I’ve learned lately a lot about how to handle a paralysed body properly without breaking my back in the process. I know how often you have to push to change the body posture to  avoid bedsores, and the way to do it, and lots of other tasks of a nightly caregiver.

Meanwhile I can hear how youngsters are having fun outside. Music, laughs, loud voices almost every night. Before it was just during the weekend. But now, the spree begins on Thursday. That day the bars and taverns have special prices for the youngsters in drinks and what here we call “pinchos” (Tapas) to eat, very typical. People go out at night till late from bar to bar  in our neighbourhood Thursday, Friday and Saturday night.  Sundays are more quiet.

The city council organised a campaign calling people to don’t shout at night because the neighbours can’t sleep. But it’s useless. The ruckus continue.  I’m lucky because my mom is pretty deaf and she sleeps like a baby, despite the noise, when she’s feeling good.

One night, last summer a friend invited me to go out Saturday night.  We went to one of the busiest streets to a bar called “Le Guillotine”, where they serve delicious cheese toasts with different ingredients, wine or beer. The local is an antique printing-house turned in a bar. Interesting. But there was so many people, that the street was full of youngsters sitting in the ground, eating, and drinking and shouting over the loud music coming out from several bars. It was difficult to reach our destination.

Once there, everything OK. The food and the drinks, marvellous, as my friend had promised. But I felt a little claustrophobic in the middle of so many people, immersed in so loud noise. When we finished, the street was really packed. We had to walk carefully not to step on some foot or hand trying to find a way to get out of there. Finally we found a street quieter and I felt better. I think I’m getting old for that kind of sprees.

Saturday Night

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Crazy streets

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You have been named supreme ruler of the universe. Your first order of business is creating and instituting a holiday or festival in your honor. What day of the year is your holiday? What special events will take place? Describe YOU DAY in as great a detail as you can muster: the special foods we’ll consume, the decorations we’ll use…everything.

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I don’t want to be the ruler of the universe, nor create a holiday in my honour. I have enough with my home and my birthday. Now I’m hearing bells from the gothic churches chiming because is Saturday and they are calling for the vespers, a folk marching band, and rock electric guitars. What a mix!. All is going on in the streets around my house situated  in the heart of the old city of Pamplona. A big group of friends are having fun in my street with folk music, eating and drinking. Street musicians are doing noisy sound checks with their electric guitars in the square. So we have noise guaranteed for all the evening. There are street performers all around. In two weeks we will be immersed in our big annual festival with thousands of visitors from all around the world. What more can I ask? Maybe some peace?

Festivus for the Rest of Us.

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Oh! how difficult

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Pick a letter, any letter. Now, write a story, poem, or post in which every line starts with that letter.

Oh! how difficult is for me this prompt

Oddly enough, I’m trying to fulfil the challenge despite my poor English.
Obviously this will be a very short post.
Outside it’s cold but at least it’s not raining like these last days.
Only this is a small truce, because the forecast is more rain all the weekend.
Occasionally the clouds leave small patches of blue sky and the sun shines timidly.
Occupying the little park next to my home, dozens of children are playing.
On my computer, I’m trying to work and isolate myself from the noises.
Often is difficult to do so, like today, when the children have a free afternoon.
O.K.! They better be noisy. They’re healthy children, and they’re playing in front of their school.

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Of all the colours of the spring I can’t chose one as my favourite. I love them all.
On this picture you can see some pink tones. I hope you’ll enjoy!

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Fearful Symmetry.

 

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Respect for the music

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It makes me crazy when people wear their shoes in my house. What habit/act drives you crazy? How do you prevent it from happening?

I hate the habit of some Spanish TV anchors who while commenting on a live transmission of a solemn ceremony of any sort, begin to talk about obvious things just when the music starts, so you cannot enjoy the music part of the ceremony which is usually like a real concert, beautifully performed live. There is no respect for the music. You can see the images of the orchestra and choir and the soloists performing and hear something in the background, but you are forced to listen at the loud uninteresting comments, made only to fill with empty words the time devoted to the music. Annoying. And then, when the music finish they usually stop talking. There is no way to fix this problem. It’s a habit too established. They consider the music part of a ceremony as a parenthesis available to talk because there is no “action”, not as a constitutive part of the event.

I hate also when people do the same and start talking or making noises during a concert or a solemn ceremony You are trying to follow. I hate when in a concert hall somebody tries to unwrap a candy very slowly, supposedly to stop an access of cough, and annoys you both with the cough and with the never ending noise of the plastic wrap. Oh my!. What a desperation! You can stare in disapproval at the perpetrator, but there is on use. He or she would dissimulate, maybe stop the noise for a moment, only to restart the slow motion noisy unwrapping of the candy when you’re not watching.

There are other habits that drives me crazy but I was  in a music state of mind today.

via Daily Prompt: She Drives Me Crazy.

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Two different stories

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Who are your neighbors? Are you friends with them, barely say hi, or avoid them altogether? Tell us a story — real or invented — about the people on the other side of your wall (or street, or farm, or… you get the point). 

I live in an apartment and, believe it or not, among my neighbours are the Marquesses of the Royal Defence. How on earth ended I as a neighbour of a family with such a pompous nobility title? It seems the building, located in the old city, was theirs, but they sold it, except for the apartment they’re living in. They have other properties in the region but they like to live a simple life in the city. They are a very nice couple, very polite, very easy-going. Nobody would said they are part of the nobility. They blend with everybody without problems. In fact I only discovered they were the marquesses when I read about them in the local newspaper. It was quite a surprise. We have a nice neighbour relationship. They are extremely polite and quiet. We use to visit each other for Christmas and have a good time together. We help each other when we need something. We visit them when there is some event as a new-born grandchild (their son lives in the same building) or something like that.

We have a very good relationship with our neighbours from the apartment next to ours. Two sisters, very friendly and always ready to help when we needed something. We shared with them our newspaper. And they, very good cooks, gave us cookies and cakes or fresh vegetables they brought us from their country house. We see each other every day. Wonderful people.

Very different were my former neighbours in another building. They were always making some reforms in their apartment, with all the noise you can imagine. Drilling, hammering, sawing without end at all hours. My ailing Mom was exhausted because she couldn’t rest. I went once to talk with them and a man opened the door with a hammer in his hand. I tried to ask him politely if he could stop making noises at certain hours when my Mom had to rest. He answered, very angry and rudely, that he had right to do whatever he wanted at his home whenever he wanted and told me to go out of his presence immediately, hammer in hand. I was so scared I never dared to go alone to complain again. We had to go thru the neighbourhood community to solve our differences. It was really nasty. For me was a mystery what they were doing to that apartment because for years there were no end to the constant drilling and hammering coming from above.

In that building we had problems also with our neighbours from below: a supermarket. Again the noises. Noises from machines. From the freezers and from the air conditioner machines. We had also vibrations from these machines. At night it was impossible to sleep. We complain but they said that we were exaggerating, so we finally had to call the police to measure to noise at night and prove it exceeded the legal limit. They finally were forced to repair the installation.

Daily Prompt: Good Fences?.
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