so now back in my little darlinghurst ryokan. things seem to be slightly different on the subject of censoring and sharing the air.
having just got home shutting the door behind me, there was an immediate knock knock knock...look through peep hole, it is next door neighbour that shares a common wall with me. how can i pretend i am not home?????
'hi aaaana, i was just wondering if i could talk to you about a few things...' ulgh, 'come in of course'...so he informs me (just in case i didn't know), that the wall we share is paper thin. i am rapidly learning that my building seems to be VERY japanese. the lady who lives below me also let me in on the fact that the floors are as thin as rice paper and she could hear even an earring drop!...pretty interesting as i can never seem to hear anything but the sexy neighbour in my entire building - well, they can ALL clearly hear me.
as (can't remember his name) was trying to explain to me that i was obviously very social, all of a sudden i was like, hang on, i have been away for a month there has been no noise. is what he is trying to tell me that he thinks that i am the sexy neighbour??? it was so loud the other night that someone yelled out the window 'are you ok down there?'...
if only sneaking in and out of my own front door trying not to see mr no noise next door neighbour was as easy as walking away from mr nosey in the park.
***central park debriefing september 09
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