A few months ago, a bunch of Africans began meeting late at night in the house directly across the fence from my window. Irritatingly noisy and inconsiderate, they were, their throats intensely vibrating the air around them (laughing, swearing, talking, debating), paying no heed to the ones who cannot possibly block them out, even with a closed window. Worse that they don't start until midnight and lasts until 2, around and sometimes.
As I decide to complain about this group of at least four, one of whom is a women, something different pounced steadily through the open windows: rhymes, beats (vocals and feet and hands utlized), notes, poetries, lyrics, songs.
Utterly interesting group of people, despite their lack of "turn down the volume after 10pm" concept...
Ittai, nanimono da yo, aitsura wa?
You're trying film noir style now?
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