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The sounds of cars, tricycles, motorcycles, jeepneys, peddlers, garbage trucks, police cars, ambulances, and everything else on wheels, including in all probability some random guy on a unicycle, unceasingly blare through my window. I have no view except for the second-floor apartment right across from mine, with its mismatched curtains and glaring white light that the tenants never seem  to turn off. I hear neighbors shout at each other about each other, and always, always, at 4:00 PM  I hear a young man shouting "MaAAaa!" outside his gate, as though he always, always forgot the keys to his own house. In the mornings I smell the neighbors roasting fish for breakfast.

Also in the mornings (and sometimes during the night) I hear someone faintly practicing classical piano across the street. It makes me take a break from listening to disembodied voices for a while, and smile, and try to identify which piece they're playing. There was a time when they were playing the national anthem, and I resisted the urge to stand up like some misguided patriotic madman. (I'm still waiting for the aria to the Goldberg Variations. If they do it I will just sit down on their living room and watch, uninvited, like an actual madman.)

I have a neighbor who helped me turn the water to my apartment. He brought out his wrench as we tried to figure out which water meter was my unit's.

I have a neighbor who offered to keep my stuff when I realized I forgot the house keys in the office while I'm on my goddamned doorstep. I had no ma here to call out to for that one.

I have a neighbor who actually conversed with me about internet speeds behind her door because she was breastfeeding her child. I addressed a kind wooden door the entire time.

I have a neighbor who told me what my actual address was.

I have several neighbors who already know that I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes at 9:00 AM every day without me saying anything.

I don't know any their names. I wish I do.