October 25, 2007 at 4:29 pm (blog)

Next-door to me lives a man who rarely leaves his apartment and plays loud music that doesn’t let me sleep. I asked him to turn it down last week and he did (at 5.30am). Then he started singing. Yesterday, a friend of mine who is an asylum seeker said: “I wish I had your problems.”

This means, you’ve got a British passport, what’s a little bit of noise from your neighbour. She’s was adamant that my noise worries and inability to sleep were trivial. Perhaps she’s right. Last month she was in a detention centre. I don’t know where my UK passport is, but tonight I will find it, chop it up and stuff it in my ears.


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