What I thought was going to be an irritation turned out to be a source of admiration. Even inspiration.
At 5.15 am during the first sleep in my new apartment, I woke from a sound in the apartment above me. It was like a wardrobe door being slid along its rail four times, with a ten second pause between each lap.
That something this innocuous could generate enough volume to penetrate through a concrete floor seemed unlikely.
But there it was again the next morning.
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