In november 2017, I rented an apartment in a very calm and nice neighbourhood in São Paulo. It was very close to where my grandmother had lived when she was a child, so I have always enjoyed being around there.
I guess it has been my favorite apartment so far (and I’ve lived in more than 10 different places since I was born).
It was amazing, it had large doors and balconies in the bedrooms, so I could stay outside watching the street. The place had a great space for me and all my things, sound equipment, instruments, clothes, books, furniture, television. I was sharing it with a new friend, and enjoying it a lot.
The apartment, although located in a very quiet place, had an issue. The doors in the apartment were very squeaky, to the point that if my roommate went to her room or to the bathroom at night, I would wake up. Everytime I entered or left my room, the sound was there. Sometimes I enjoyed it, but since it was really loud, at times it was disturbing. The doors were always, always creaking. Sometimes the sounds were rough, granular, high-pitched, rhythmic, sometimes ascending or descending microtonal melodies, sometimes without a pitch, noisy, percussive. A variety of sounds.