Who are your neighbors? Are you friends with them, barely say hi, or avoid them altogether? Tell us a story — real or invented — about the people on the other side of your wall (or street, or farm, or… you get the point).
Howdy ho neighbour! No, no such luck. No wise man quiet neighbour on the other side of the fence for me. Well I don’t have a fence. My parents and I live on the 7th floor of a small building and right now we have no neighbour opposite us as the apartment is empty. But it will soon be occupied by two cops; one of the apartment owners / residents has just been promoted to high court judge and hence he will be getting official security in the form of two policemen who will accompany him on his trips and who will stay in the 3 bedroom unit opposite us until he gets new quarters.
Some of the others aren’t people who I would normally associate myself with. At one time the neighbours opposite us were ok enough for small chats but mostly everyone here keeps to themselves. We have some fundamental religious folks in a couple of the apartments, related to each other, and well I wouldn’t normally talk to them but for the fact that they are neighbours. Some neighbours give out food or sweets during festivals and holidays and we do the same for other festivals. I say hi to a few of the kids in the building and that’s about it. I am cordial and polite and smile when I see them but never more than a casual 2 minute conversation.
I don’t like a couple of them, they are assholes. You get a good mix even in a small building like ours of 14 apartments.
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