Ringing of glasses. Buzz of talking and laughing people on the terrace in front of the bar. The tram that passes by. The sun makes the surroundings sparkle, while the road workers delve into the adjacent street. The noise that this causes drowns out the buzz of the terrace in front of the bar.
Through the left window of my apartment, I look into a narrow alley, in which there are several waste bins. Once a day…
