This photo magically found me and gave me a good laugh, as I was browsing Emily in France‘s blog. It pretty much sums up the level of noise in Greece.
There’s been roadwork every day for the past month starting at 7:00, which they said would last one week. It’s wearing on everyone’s nerves.
I came home early and had the joy of listening to workers having a contest of disgusting bodily noises.
Then “paliatzi, paliatzi, paliatzi…oh, paliatzi.” How much crap can a neighborhood have that justifies three or four of these guys coming around day after day? And is there anyone who enjoys hearing these swarmy voices on a loudspeaker?
The old couple on the ground floor is arguing, the woman inside and the man outside, so we can hear their dirty laundry.
Kids just below us are yelling, “mama, mama, mama, mama, mama…” for a good 5 minutes. Then they’re on the balcony screaming “eeek” over and over again, as if in pain, but they’re not. We are.
A neighbor comes out of her house to complain to their mother.
While this is going on, an accordion player roams the block, giving us a taste of his skills and singing voice.
This causes the dog next door to start barking, which then starts the whole neighborhood barking.
Owners yell at their dogs to shush.
A car drives by with Greek music blasting so loud, I could hear it well after it left the area, but can’t hear my own stereo sitting right next to me.
The guy next door gets a call and talks on the balcony for 10 minutes at the top of his lungs.
His father is in the bathroom with the window open, coughing up furballs.
Our neighbor’s friend gets a call and talks above the motorcycle noise, revving the motor instead of turning it off.
Then the male person in this house comes home and asks about dinner, so I sweat in the kitchen for an hour, and he massacres the food in less than 5 minutes.
Finally I sit down to check mail and the blog, the Internet connection goes down.
I try to find something on TV, it’s all soap operas and movies that were shown 3 months ago, as if there are no other movies in the world. Why are we all forced to pay for this cr@p in our electric bills?
Someone is trying to start his car, with a screeching whirring noise and backfire following his success.
Let’s not forget the watermelon truck in summer! “Karpouzia, ela paidia, karpouzia, peponia, karpouzia, ola fresca,” which I can still hear over my air conditioner.
A car alarm goes off, then stops, then starts again and is still going…
I know there’s no Greek word for privacy, but isn’t there one for silence?
In the News
“Noise affects 6 in 10 city residents” – Kathimerini
“Greece slow in the fight against noise – 60 percent of residents afflicted by 75 decibels” – Kathimerini
“Noisy neighbors in Peristeri fined 2,000 euros & one month in jail” — Ta Nea