I moved to a new apartment in the summer. Everything was fine, except for one neighbor, a guitar enthusiast. He combined two nightmarish qualities: he was, first, very curvy, and secondly, very stubborn on the road to the dream. If you’ve never listened to the same reef from Smoke on the Water for an hour and a half in a row, then you just don’t know anything about hating your neighbors (and you won’t do anything – at eight in the evening!) is

And then September came, and it turned out that in the DC, located in the neighboring house, the orchestra rehearsed. No, I liked him much more than the guitarist, there are rumors. But the feeling that someone was joking up there does not let go.