Monday, June 2, 2008
Of Mice and Women
I called him Bart.
Actually I just suppose he is a he, but I have no clue. For sure he is a mouse.
I have never seen him, yet sometimes I can hear Bart.
He uses to chew plastic bags, but in a very silent way.
Bart is my housemate.
I live on the attic, he lives just below the floor.
Two days ago Bart decided to remind me that we share a room somehow.
I was trying to sleep in my bed, while my visiting friend Giacomo was trying to do the same on his mattress on the floor.
It was around midnight and perhaps the house was too silent.
I turned on the light. And Giacomo told me. "Yes, it's a mouse!"
Bart cried twice. Embarrassed and confused, I turned off the light again.
I wondered why he decided to disturb my guest so much. He should be scared by people after all.
Bart never came out from his hidden hole when I am listening to the Field Mice, Modest Mouse or Boomtown Rats.
Perhaps he cannot accept having illegal people in his room.
I felt bad after we saw the chewed Aldi bag on the carpet. I never had problems with my housemates. Bart is the first exception.
Now I am meditating on revenge. Should I kill him? Should I make a trap to glue him on a plastic box while he tries to eat a piece of Gouda?
I think I have a problem with this mouse.
I called her Callas.
Actually I just suppose she is a woman, but I have no clue. For sure she is an opera singer.
I have never seen her, yet sometimes I can hear Callas.
She uses to sing famous arias while a piano plays.
Callas is my neighbour.
I live on Vleutenseweg 155, she lives at number 157
Yesterday Callas knocked on the wooden wall which separates my bedroom and hers.
I was listening Shostakovich. An allegretto for piano, cello and violin. One of my favourite pieces of classical music.
It was around midnight and perhaps the volume was too loud.
I turned down the speakers. But just a little bit. It was Shostakovich!
Callas knocked twice. Embarrassed and confused, I turned down the volume again.
I wondered why she dislikes Shostakovich so hard. She should appreciate this kind of music after all.
Callas never knocked the wall when I am listening primitive forms of rock, distorted wall of guitars or sudden post rock explosions.
Perhaps she prefers The Sonics, My Bloody Valentine, Mogwai and Slint.
I felt bad after she knocked on the wall. I never had problems with my neighbours. Callas is the first who complains.
Now I am meditating on revenge. Should I take it? Should I knock on the wall while she tries to perform decently a work by Rossini?
I think I have a problem with this woman.