So the summer is drawing to a close, which means that all my neighbours’ antics of baby torturing, dog abusing, reggaeton and trap blaring, screaming blue murder, hammering and drilling, pigeon-feeding racist ranting and violin practising will no longer be on public display as the heat once again becomes bearable and people start closing their windows.

It’s the same every summer: once the real heat arrives, and temperatures hit the 30s and beyond, the madness in my neighbourhood begins. But it is a very public madness, because in the narrow Sant Gervasi street where I live, when people open their windows wide, everyone else becomes privy to every small detail of their lives. From babies and pets struggling to cope with the heat (for the love of God, someone do something to stop all the dogs from........

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