Neighbours

My kitchen window faces the same alley where the entrance to my building is. In the balcony there, I have the washing machine and some space where I can hang clothes to dry. The alley is fairly narrow and you can often hear how the neighbours of different buildings go along with their lives, because it resembles more an inner court. So, some days I can hear how somebody sings in a karaoke or, once in a while, a baby crying inconsolably . A while ago, though, I could hear the same baby, probably, laughing, in that amazing way that babies do using their whole body. Happiness.