As I prepare my morning coffee, I worry that sounds from the kitchen will wake my elderly parents.
I recall that in Slovakia, in the high rises built by communists, the kitchens had doors, allowing you to seal off the noises and smells from the bedrooms. (Do you say the communists don't deserve credit for that? They didn't design the layout. Perhaps, but it doesn't matter to the point I'm making.)
No such possibility exists in this house where my parents live, a house constructed after the Second World War in the U.S.A..
How annoying. How thoughtless. How characteristic of the sort of massed-produced lives that we enjoy in the land of the free.
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