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The ones upstairs are throwing a party,
The ones next door have been strangely quiet.
Shots and blasts echo just two streets away,
I didn’t hear a thing, yet everyone talks about it.
They say two neighbors are fighting over a piece of terrace.
It’s absurd, isn’t it? They didn’t even build that terrace.
Apparently, the neighbor downstairs is sick.
For months, the family has been going back and forth between hospitals and home.
It’s unfair, they’re such kind people.
Here, we’re preparing a big celebration for our twenty-sixth birthday.
It’s strange… Is it because we are neighbors that we shouldn’t celebrate?
Because suffering surrounds us?
Aside from talking about it, offering food or medicine if they need it… what can we really do?
Today, our neighbors are shooting at each other while we, right beside them, celebrate and laugh.
Something feels wrong.
This text speaks of much more than the neighbors next door…
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The people upstairs are preparing a party,
The ones next door are strangely silent.
Gunshots echo two streets away,
I didn’t hear anything, yet everyone talks about it.
They whisper that two neighbors are fighting over a patch of terrace.
It’s absurd, isn’t it? They didn’t even build that terrace.
They say the neighbor downstairs is unwell.
For months, his family has been going back and forth between hospitals and home.
It’s so unfair, they’re such kind people.
On our side, we’re planning a big celebration for our twenty-sixth birthday.
It’s strange… Does our proximity mean we should hold back our joy?
Because suffering is so present around us?
Aside from talking about it, offering food or medicine if needed… what can we really do?
Today, our neighbors are fighting, while we, just a few steps away, celebrate and laugh.
Something feels wrong…
This text speaks of much more than just our neighbors…
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