We receive a magazine each month from the organization we rent our apartment from. People can send in problems they are having and experts give advice. Usually it’s about laundry rooms, whether something can be replaced, etc. But I especially liked the letter (and the illustration!) of this person’s problem. I will roughly translate:
Neighbor’s farts disturb my time on the balcony
I love to sit on my balcony and drink coffee, read, eat and tan. The balcony is large as has sun from morning to the evening. This was great until 6 months ago when new neighbors moved in above me. The man in the family is completely ill-behaved and demonstrates this through burping loudly, it sounds as if he is going to puke, and he also farts very loudly. He talks on his phone in a loud voice and screams at his wife. He does all of this with no shame. It’s worst on the weekends after he has a few beers.
Who can I talk to about this? It’s very awkward to ask a neighbor to stop farting and burping loudly……
In Stockholm, there are laws about how close apartments can be built to a highway because of noise pollution. Buildings with apartments from before the law that are already too close are protected by special walls to help diffuse the noise from the street. Some areas in the city close off streets in the summer to reduce traffic and noise.
Then we turn to the other side of the globe, to China, where I saw this picture today. Honestly, it reminds me of when I went to Disneyworld in the late 1980s and there was a monorail that went through a hotel. I thought it was super cool. As an adult, I’d rather not have a train going through my building (the teenager upstairs with bad taste in music is enough noise for me), but I was glad to read in the article that at least there’s a stop for the train IN the building. So you get something good out of it if you live there.
Can you imagine stepping out of your apartment door, walking across the hall to open another door and getting on your train to work? Could be interesting, could be depressing. At least with the monorail in the Orlando hotel, your destination is always “the happiest place in the world” and not a cubicle with 50 other depressed workers.
More photos and article here.
I live in an apartment complex. We have an incredibly boring middle space between our two buildings with nothing on it because the building company decided to “keep the nature,” which basically translates to them wanting to save costs by not developing any common area for us to have barbecues.
But now I’ve found this amazing product online. How perfect is this for Swedish winters? I’m fairly certain all the neighbors could chip in – and with all of us, it wouldn’t be expensive at all. We could reserve times in our igloo just like we reserve laundry times. I’m pretty sure I can convince everyone, especially if I promise to keep the igloo stocked with glögg (warm Christmas wine).
If I can get them to sign up on this, maybe later I can get us a hot tub as well.