The neighbor knocked on the wall every evening — until my six-year-old son asked one single question, after which I felt ashamed of all my complaints.
The elderly neighbor knocked on our wall every evening, exactly at seven o’clock, and we were already ready to call the police—until one day my six-year-old son opened the door and asked him a single question, after which I felt ashamed of all my complaints. For three months, the same sound accompanied our evenings. It…