After dinner, I am reading in my room in Reading. Suddenly, I hear loud voices in the small park behind the house. I hear laughter. I look through my window, but I cannot see anything. It is almost ten o’clock according to my watch. There must be quite a few kids out there, I realize. They are unusually loud and they are getting louder. I am annoyed: “What is this? A fucking congress?” I try to block out the noise. Then I hear singing. It becomes louder. It is melodious. “Hey,” I notice with a faint smile, “boys and girls are singing together.” I am amazed: “What is this? Kids in Reading would never sing, let alone together!” Then I hear the strumming of a guitar. I start listening. It takes me a while to realize that the singing is in Italian. “These kids must be in Reading on a language course,” I conclude happily. I hope they will be back soon.