25/52 Noise

Beirut, Cagliari

What’s making that noise?

One of your constant questions. 

This time the answer was the man wheeling his granita truck along the shoreline, hawking his wares and honking a rubber horn, a noise that reminded me of our other Mediterranean shoreline and the men on bicycles with racks of ka’ak balanced on the back. 




The monsoon rain hitting the window pane.

The distant honking of traffic.

The chirping of birds on tree tops.

The loudspeakers advertising the scrape peddler’s services as he snakes around the neighborhood on his bike.

These are the familiar noises that keep my groggy jet-lagged head half-awake at 5AM.