Noise

I have recently decided that someone or something in Olomouc is tracking my habits to prevent me from sleeping. It seems that every time I lay down for the night or even a short nap the volume in the city escalates.

On Thursday, my Indian neighbors were arguing over…well, I do not speak their language so I am not sure, but it was very loud. Friday, it was seven drunk men singing “My Darling Clementine” in Czech outside my window at four in the afternoon. Saturday, the neighbor that I am to be weary of decided he would blare a movie as loud as physically possible—I am fairly certain that people in Nebraska could hear it if they were standing in the right breeze. And finally, Sunday, the light switch in my room has served as an on/off switch for people shouting outside my hostel window. Currently I am tempted to sleep with the light on in the hope that I will get a little peace and quite. However, I fear that that would not serve as a cure for my insomnia either.

So, here I lay. Awake. Contemplating how to solve my problem. I could create my own noise…stage an elaborate revolution—General Sherman style—to get the entire city to shut up…or go to big box store and buy earplugs. Decisions, decisions, decision.