Thursday, July 9, 2009

The life in the hall

One of the often unmentioned side-effects of living in an apartment building is that you get to know very quickly what your neighbours are cooking. And not because they tell you.

This is not necessarily a bad thing. The smell of my neighbour cooking chapatis is enough to make me salivate. And the wafting smell of fried onions is nice in the evening.

I am less certain about the culinary tastes of my other four neighbours. Someone was boiling broccoli at 7 am this morning. Broccoli. 7 am. This is not a nice smell. Another neighbour, on the ground floor, starts his day with what smells like an onion and garlic smoothie. Oh kiss me, Kate.

And what the neighbours think when they pass in front of my door? The poor woman subsists on boiled beans and incense! Think of the child!

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