A justified complaint

COMPLAINT
The proprietor of a bar in the Russian Compound received complaints from patrons about sounds that filtered into his bar at night and tainted their drinking pleasure. He sent numerous letters to the police, pointing out that these unsettling voices, as he called them, came from the gaol across the street, travelling from the interrogation rooms deep under the police station - four, some said six floors underground - all the way up to his bar on the street level. He even visited the police headquarters in person to make his case heard, but the voices persisted. Finally, the bar owner had no choice but to increase the volume of the music playing in his bar during quieter hours. His hearing deteriorated.

from “Picnic Grounds - a novel in fragments” by Oz Shelach ISBN 0-87286-419-7