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<\/a><\/p>\nI feel sleepy, oh so sleepy. <\/p>\n
Must tell you about my big triumph today, though. See, for a while there has been this noise outside when it’s windy. And by a while I mean months. For ever. Whenever it’s been windy outside this noise, like a door smacking or something, has been there. And today I found out that it was a board of some kind. On my neighbour’s porch. Flapping in the wind. Now I had a bit of a dilemma. Because that noise is really annoying. Especially at night. It was like right outside my window almost, where my bed is. Not enough to keep me up all night, but enough to disturb my sleep often.<\/p>\n
So anyway. The dilemma was this: do I go and knock on my neighbour’s door and ask if they could do something about it? Or do I listen to the phobic voice in my head that says “no no, don’t say anything, people are dangerous” and live with the noise for the rest of my life?<\/p>\n
After much debating in my head I finally decided to go next door and ask. I was a little worried that maybe the door would open and there’d be a gang of disillusioned youths who would want nothing more than to start some riots and fires and violence. But all there was was a nice, old lady. Her Danish wasn’t too good, but I explained the problem and she nodded and said yes and I said thank you and smiled. I wasn’t sure she understood what I was really talking about. But she must have, because the noise has stopped. Outside there is a fierce wind blowing but no boards smacking around. What a sweet silence. And what a sweet feeling, to have done something that was really hard for me and have gotten a succesful result. And such a silly, little thing. For months that sound had been there whenever it was windy and all it took to stop it was a litlte knock on the neighbour’s door. Silly silly. I have had virtually no contact with my neighbours, and that’s probably the way it will stay. It’s just too hard to socialize. It’ll probably happen accidentally in little steps. Meeting in the hallway etc. And that’s okay. I don’t feel a need to be best friends. I think it’s a rather big family. Immigrants. If they were to invite me to dinner then it would likely be very spicy and full of garlic. Sometimes the hall fills with that smell. And that’s not good for me. It’d be awfully impolite of me to vomit at their dinner table.<\/p>\n
Anyway. Sweet silence of the storm.<\/p>\n
Tomorrow: feeding animals. Sunday: Soup at the parents’ house, most likely. Not too bad.<\/p>\n
We finish with a study of Magnethe.<\/p>\n
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