Il quartiere dove vivo diventa sempre pių rumoroso, estate dopo estate. La sera urlano in piazzetta, la notte litigano in cortile, la vicina di sopra sposta i mobili alle due di notte e le tv dei sordi vanno al massimo giorno e notte. Qualcuno ascolta sempre lo stesso pezzo di musica classica dalla mattina alla sera, ogni giorno. Bello, ma. Il campanello della tintoria tintinna di continuo. Dappertutto ci sono cantieri. L'officina produce lavoro e rumore. La reazione pių spontanea a un simile ambiente, č che la gente alza il volume e si saluta urlando.
Vivo e lavoro cercando di non sentire, con le finestre chiuse e la voglia di scappare. Ma il silenzio dove lo trovo?
(>>english version)
My neighborhood becomes ever more noisy, summer after summer. At night they shout in the little square, later they fight in the courtyard, the woman upstairs moves her furniture at 2 a.m. and deaf people loud tv are on day and night. Someone listens to the same classical music from morning to night, day in day out. Nice, but. The laundry bell rings continuously. Workshops work, producing noise too. Everywhere there are building and breaking-up yards. The obvious reaction to such an environment is that people become louder and shout hallo to each other.
I live and work behind closed windows, trying not to hear and wishing to flee. But where is silence to be found?
It's really fantastic, that's life in cities! :[
So, I cannot understand why people haven't interest in a work like your "Decibel": is it too difficult to catch?!
bye
sem