One of the biggest happinesses in life had dawned on me! We - have - new - neighbours!!!
OK, you might suspect a tiny little drop of sarcasm in my "voice", but trust me, there is none. I am a neighbour loving kinda guy. One of the few left. I dont do ugly stuff. Other than the usual trash moving, ringing the door and pretending it was not me.. accidentally dropping some magic pills in the food of their dog. The pills you know.. that speed people up towards a happy place in the flat :)
So the stuff you do out of pure (neighbour)love.
Apart from the joke, I really think I am a nice neighbor. I even walked their dog the other day. So this is a happy little communty where people look after each other, not only the cute girl next door. And there we go. A new neighbour. I was not suspicious at first. I played the good guy role that fits me so well.. I think I even said "hi" (a sentimental moment), and there was no reply whatsoever. That is almost as rude as calling the french "snail eaters". Rude. Rude. Rude.
Anyway, why am I bringing this up? They have moved in about 5 months ago.. but here is the news. They have been screwing, banging, detonating, scratching the walls ever since they layed foot on this sacred street. This is ok. I mean, hey, they are the new guys.. we are full of sweet patience towards them. The fact that the street turns into Istanbul at 8 every morning, or that we got "specific" employees walking through our garden, all these are fine, and average. But here is the weird thing. The couple... they both drive "Ford"-s. I have seen some weird shit before... like the french.. but this?! I mean what kind of people drive Fords?! And two Fords?! Its like Cinderelly smoking a joint while the seven dwarfs order Super Size in a Mc'Donalds drive through. I know what you are thinking. This picture IS weird. There is no Super Size anymore...
