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I was well acquainted with the noise of the bell ringing from the school opposite and the sound of the radio from the living room in which my mom turns on every morning. Like a habit, my clock alarm wakes me up everyday, sometimes I think I wouldn’t get up with ....

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.... has just walked outside and has ready to go to work. The lady lives upstairs . Sometimes, my mom and I are so annoyed by the noise from the ceiling at night. Heavy walking, loudly music, children banging around stairs… these noises bug me sometimes! Whenever I could not stand it anymore, I would slam my door room, warning them to stop it. But my request from slamming the door is rarely satisfied. At the corner of the apartment is a garbage-cart which is every morning there’s a old guy - wearing a worn, drag and dirty clothes - lean in and look for everything he can reuse. The unpleasant odors of rotten foods, of over-ripe cheese, the smell of cin ....