the trumpet symphony

we live on a street that considering it’s name you’d think it’d be more quiet. here, you imagine things are just merry and happy and everyday busy. our street has always children running back and forth, specially now that they are on summer holiday, brings back memories… dogs barking at the roosters in the morning, people talking loudly sounding as if they’re in our room, cars driving carefully because our street’s asphalt was used to make the other streets pretty, night-guards arriving and leaving, the ice cream man ringing his bell, the ironman yelling his little “i fix your iron/metal!!” with his i’ve been drinking all night voice, even the arab mosque in front of us with it’s imam singing 5 times a day (but they only start at 10a.m.!) and last but not least, AT ALL, the trumpet symphony!

i am being very gentle, it’s not a symphony, nope, not even a ORCHESTRA! noooooo… it’s plain, rude, early NOISE!

there is a building at the end of our street, when you exit our door it’s to your left on the right side, there is a building on the corner. it took me two months to understand what the building was and the early month of december made me discover it, it’s the AIR FORCE BUILDING, in that 6 apartment building, (in another post i’ll tell you the beauty of nationalizing homes/apartments back in the communism days) live soldiers, or whatever air force men dressed in army clothes are called. that’s an ok detail. they don’t do army exercises in our street, which is another ok detail, what they do is actually very simple and it takes only ONE of them to do it. HE PLAYS THE TRUMPET!

this little soldier, i’ve seen him, plays not only the trumpet, but he plays it at the cutest hour of 5A.M. yes, indeed, 2 HOURS before my own alarm clock rings. i have always loved waked up with the sunshine but this way i end up being scared of the sun, all i’d want was for the sun to come up only at 7a.m. so i’d think i still had lots of minutes of sleep after the trumpet man. i don’t really call him a man, to me he’s the NOISEMAN seeing that he plays a rather small ridiculous little trumpet on a LOUDSPEAKER, i’m sure all the neighbors wake up with me, and man, does he play like an ass! i swear i haven’t been able for the past two months to understand if he’s playing a song or just breathing into the darn thing.

and you know me… i can’t just sit, or lie down in my bed and pretend the world is a better pleace if we all let this tiny man play the tiny trumpet. so one morning on my way to work, with my eyes shut after the hundredth time of getting scared by this object and tiny man, i drove past the other soldier standing around at the corner doing gosh knows what and called him over.

i said “mr. soldier, who plays the trumpet?”

“that mr.soldier over there” he pointed and smiled as if he thought i’d ask for an autograph

i waved, and calmly turned to the mr.soldier next to my car window “is he having lessons?”

“no SINHÓRA (it means lady, sounding like LAIDÉ)”

“tell him to, PLEASE, before i come here myself and play the flute!”

“does it bother you LAIDÉ?

“now that you mention it OF COURSE IT DOES!!!! it’s like he’s playing it in bed with me and aldo!”

“i’m sorry but he has to use a loudspeaker so the sleepy soldiers can hear him… he’ll get better soon”

i thanked him telling him that for my mental stability i need that tiny soldier to learn and FAST otherwise i’ll teach him other ways to wake up the other, i presume, tiny soldiers. he said “we’d all be happy to learn” his smile so wide i tought his teeth would pop out!

i felt really good for having had this conversation, i could feel i was entering a whole new way of waking up. until the next morning. THE TINY TRUMPET MAN IS STILL NOT HAVING LESSONS and as i walked out of my door and decided that after this trauma i could use a walk to work risking passing the tiny soldier and choking him, i was approached by 3, yes THREE soldiers, not so tiny these ones and they all smiled and said “LAIDÉ? good morning! he’s playing better isn’t he??!!!!”

two weeks have passed and the noisy symphony is still playing and every morning i have three soldiers asking me if i notice the difference… i think the fact that i just wave and look so sleepy answers their question…

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