It is a hot summer afternoon, and I decide to spend the rest of it lounging in bed. The siesta was not invented by idiots. I take off my clothes and walk dreamily toward my bedroom. “Peeeeeeeeeeew,” I hear from the street. The piercing sound seems to come from right under me. My body hair raised, I try to figure out what is going on. “Peeeeeeeeeeew,” I hear from the street again. Only then I figure it out. One of my neighbors is having some stonework done in his house. The sound comes from a stone saw used in the middle of the street, right between our houses. As I put my clothes back on, my dreams of a siesta shattered for good, I lament my penniless neighbors. It takes them years upon years to finish their fucking houses!