I went out last night as needed. It is sleeping. In the old fifth floor, where I live, there is amazing acoustics, especially above and below the toilet.
The time is 3:20. I am in place. I quietly come in, turning on the light and... A small dust gets into my nose, I sneeze from all the dust, until the walls tremble, and I hear the shootings from below and the quiet but joyful mat of the neighbor, who (as I later understood) has long suffered from constipation.