Bottles and pans, just clap your hands*
March 25th 2008 Some time before 8pm the regular cacophony of car horns began to take on an unusual insistence. Then another voice joined in. It sounded like cowbells, but not the tinkling accompaniment of an Alpine idyll; this was the steady mounting soundtrack of a thousand fervent Friesians. I opened the balcony window onto the five-lane avenue that streaks past our living room. Our eighth floor location provi
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