I like my apartment, or flat, as it is always called here. It's spacious. It's in a convenient location. It would probably be clean if a single guy wasn't living in it. And I have neighbors who are very polite.
Some of my neighbors even take the friendliness to a whole new level. Specifically, the people who live above me. I don't even know who they are, but they are kind enough to share their music with me. I'm sure they know how easily sounds leak through their floor, so they pick songs they think I'll like. I do kind of enjoy it.
However, they have a strange habit. I'm not sure what causes it, but they like to make repeated thumping noises on their floor. I have a few theories as to what may be causing the disturbance:
1. They don't like carpeting and have decided to cover their entire floor with nails. Therefore, they have to constantly pound them in.
2. Their washing machine only has three legs and it rattles a lot.
3. They're professional pogo stick riders, and they need their practice.
4. Knocking on your floor is a traditional Hungarian hobby that no one told me about.
The possibilities are endless.
Whatever the reason, they started doing it at 7:30 this morning. It wasn't the relaxing, sleep-in day I hoped for. To add to it, the siren across the street went off again (if you want to see more about that, read this post). It's nice to hear a siren for ten minutes that's louder than my obscenely noisy alarm clock.
Now it's time to get ready for teaching Halloween to Hungarians. I'm going to go pound on my floor while I think about it.