Comment from
Gerhard Matzig
In the middle of Hanover. A children’s choir can be seen. Hard to hear, because the girls and boys are singing, but the singing has no chance against the noise of the honking, roaring, roaring and probably just crazy traffic. You can hear the annoying farting of a hydraulic brake, the pounding diesels of the cars, a grumbling truck Ötlötlötl. Windows are slammed in the surrounding apartment buildings, and a woman screams silently into her cell phone. You can’t hear them. It’s too loud.