You’re sitting at your desk working on your dissertation, but you just can’t seem to string a decent sentence together. The deadline is getting closer and closer, but you simply can’t concentrate. Loud music is constantly blaring from the flat above you. Oriental noise with heavy percussion and a thumping bass. It’s nerve-wracking and unbearable. And it just won’t stop...

At some point, even the most good-natured person’s patience runs out. You slip on your slippers and shuffle over to the stairwell, climb the steps and bang furiously on the door of the flat above yours. Nothing happens. You ring the bell again and bang your fist against the door. Suddenly, the door opens and there stands Sinaïda, smiling. She doesn’t even let you get a word in, grabs your hand and pulls you into her flat...