put ads in to rent my flat saying that seasonal soil feature has the enviable have unseen neighbors. There are sometimes taught the leg, we passed on the stairs or in the yard of waste, but do not talk. I've tried, and if one day I left the keys inside and I flooded the bathroom or is there an alien invasion and can not leave home anymore and we have to reinvent a life with more immediate human community those things. But between my bad German and Protestant idiosyncrasies not push the boundaries of another's privacy, so far not been possible to establish any kind of proximity. I do not know anything about them nor they of me, methodically and scrupulously ignore us. Until now, because Herr Brandt has taken a girlfriend.
Herr Brandt is the downstairs neighbor, a man about 50 something, tall, very thin, with hanging cheeks, you see that bald since birth. He walks slightly hunched over and very quickly. If you can not see you or only rozándote to look like a peaceful psychopath who fears to discover the depths of its perversions or frightened fawn begins to run every time a human sees as a hunter killed his mother. I always tied my bike next to him on the hook only available in front of the house, we shared a tacit agreement among cyclists solidarity. One day there was another bike as I usually put mine, so I left it in elsewhere the next day the other bike was still there, and another, and another. I do not even look, it is clear that I have expropriated the hook and now ever let the other portal.
Then came the music, always in the afternoon. Greatest hits of the eighties and nineties that a high-pitched voice sings of lung full while another encourages serious. By the thunderous volume and enthusiasm obviously juvenile, thought they were brothers of the adjacent building, the small and more, playing Guitar Hero or Karaoke program when their parents are. Ah, the awkward age, really annoying ... and it will happen. Gradually I realized that the sound coming from below. The music everyday sounds a little higher and now includes electronic dance music, laughter, stomping, screaming hysterically, and the same deep voice that rocks him everything with his comments brief, and very loving, from my knowledge of German and the universal language of dogs I can understand to me. It is Herr Brandt. And there's a woman with him, young and vital as well.
Today is Sunday and I was awakened by the shaking of the bed. There may be, has gone on holiday and has rented the house about Erasmus who are after all colleagues placed over his ears, can not be. And I have lost more by curiosity than it bothered me. Ie bothers me, but I also get the loud music and today for you, tomorrow for me and such. When I've rung the bell music has ceased, the laughter too, and I opened the door for him, a gorgeous smile and eyes that should be filled God the first morning of the world. Has requested a quick apology and when he closed the shrill has given another of his fits of laughter. Only they were. Had not seen him smile ever but there is no doubt: it is completely in love.
Herr Brandt is the downstairs neighbor, a man about 50 something, tall, very thin, with hanging cheeks, you see that bald since birth. He walks slightly hunched over and very quickly. If you can not see you or only rozándote to look like a peaceful psychopath who fears to discover the depths of its perversions or frightened fawn begins to run every time a human sees as a hunter killed his mother. I always tied my bike next to him on the hook only available in front of the house, we shared a tacit agreement among cyclists solidarity. One day there was another bike as I usually put mine, so I left it in elsewhere the next day the other bike was still there, and another, and another. I do not even look, it is clear that I have expropriated the hook and now ever let the other portal.
Then came the music, always in the afternoon. Greatest hits of the eighties and nineties that a high-pitched voice sings of lung full while another encourages serious. By the thunderous volume and enthusiasm obviously juvenile, thought they were brothers of the adjacent building, the small and more, playing Guitar Hero or Karaoke program when their parents are. Ah, the awkward age, really annoying ... and it will happen. Gradually I realized that the sound coming from below. The music everyday sounds a little higher and now includes electronic dance music, laughter, stomping, screaming hysterically, and the same deep voice that rocks him everything with his comments brief, and very loving, from my knowledge of German and the universal language of dogs I can understand to me. It is Herr Brandt. And there's a woman with him, young and vital as well.
Today is Sunday and I was awakened by the shaking of the bed. There may be, has gone on holiday and has rented the house about Erasmus who are after all colleagues placed over his ears, can not be. And I have lost more by curiosity than it bothered me. Ie bothers me, but I also get the loud music and today for you, tomorrow for me and such. When I've rung the bell music has ceased, the laughter too, and I opened the door for him, a gorgeous smile and eyes that should be filled God the first morning of the world. Has requested a quick apology and when he closed the shrill has given another of his fits of laughter. Only they were. Had not seen him smile ever but there is no doubt: it is completely in love.
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