so all my "cousins" (neighbors of the dominant religion) are fasting this month. well, almost all of them. apparently you can get special exemptions. anyways, because they have to abstain from all earthly pleasures during daylight hours, they wake up at 3:30 or 4 in the morning to eat breakfast so they can fast all day. well, until sundown, when air raid sirens sound all over town letting people know it's safe to eat again. back to morning time though. usually, there's someone who goes around each neighborhood at 3:30 beating a drum or banging a piece of bamboo on everyone's gate to wake them up. after the first day of this each year, i sleep through it. we're well into the second week now...
and apparently, someone decided that banging things wasn't loud enough. someone RIGHT. NEXT. TO. MY. HOUSE.
i woke up very suddenly, panicking, in the pitch dark at 3:30 this morning to the sound of bomb-like fireworks being set off by my neighbors. imagine my discombobulation.
once i realized it wasn't a terrorist attack and got my heart rate back down, i fell back asleep for 3 hours.
siiiiiigh....
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