Dear neighbour,
Sometimes I pass your house and look at your windows. Or rather, study your window. Curtains are significant. Not just the type, color and age of your curtains, but also if they are opened or closed at that particular time of the day. And if I am lucky there are stains on them. Grease, moisture or even a small drop of blood. Curtains are a good first impression. Then there are the objects in your windowsill. Pictures, flowers, small statues, a pile of documents, a cat. They reveal a lot about your life. Occupation, social standards, loves, desires. We are well acquainted by then. After that, all I need is just a glimpse of the interior, a hand, a bookshelf, an empty plate, and then I know. I know you, neighbour. I know you well. Hello...
C.
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At the moment we have painters on scaffolding working on the building opposite. This means they have a view into our living room, and we all know at what unearthly time these guys start working! It gives an odd feeling of being on stage in your own house, your choice of bathrobe, morning music and breakfast always being closely monitored by these guys who have to find a way to get through their day as much as we do. Awful of course, but the funny thing is... I think I'll miss them when it's done.
R
Last summer I caught my neighbor from across the street having sex on his balcony. At first I wasn't sure. He looked so bored and moved so slowly that I was doubting if it was all in my mind and that he was just making a sandwich. With two hands. But me and the people I had over for visit decided it's better to be safe than sorry so we filmed the whole thing with one of our phones. YouTube seemed like a logical next step. But because of the filming angel it would have been so clear from which window it was filmed, that we decided not to do that. And of course because we're so well raised and full of ethical codes....:-)
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