tonight something about noise. In a literary light "overdriven" Form.
evening catching the guys out there with their Jember to rehearse. This is actually pretty good, but loud, stop. I sit at the table, eat my pretty tasty Avokadosalat and listen to the drums. Of these, however, feel my host sisters to animate to dance to it, and veeery to shout to be to annoy each other and everything in a volume that robbed me last nerve.
In such moments, I always admire deeply with all my host mother with stoic composure. Years of training, or simply left in its purest form.
Then there is the nightly competition the bars in Kpalimé the esteemed customers. In this case, many of the owners expect the one with the loudest music has also automatically most of the clientele. So the speakers are properly controlled, and only those who are deaf or who want to become, dare still in the bars. Particularly well so that one of the bars of this type directly from me opens its doors every evening over.
I never thought I would take some time yet to realize that laws concerning noise protection for residents, whatever the correct official German means, make sense ...
This is by no means as Tirade against Togolese circumstances be seen, but as an insight into the thoughts of perhaps not accustomed to all volunteers in Togo.
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