Sometimes I hear voices, sometimes sounds, sometimes the noise of the outside, cars passing by and ambulances. The old population in Italy certainly makes me worried as my room has a balcony without any sufficient protection from the outside noises such as these ambulances passing by so many times and I am now accustomed to hear them. Sometimes the guy upstairs starts shouting at this wife, I do not know at whom exactly but he is certainly sick in the head and I believe that if he is shouting at the dog which I hear bark sometimes, he should be the most cruel man on earth. Sometimes in the morning a lady starts singing opera, at 10.00 AM when I had my second coffee. And although her voice is fascinating, it gives me a slight headache and I cannot distinguish if it is a lady’s voice or if it is a TV. I asked my housemates if they heard it and they are positive that there is not an opera singer in our apartment. Sounds are amazing in Italy, when you go to Via Del Corso at 22.00 y
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