That’s the sound. “Fireworks of course. But they scream, boys and girls, right? And they honk with those fat bikes.” It drives Aly crazy, but she no longer appeals to the young people. “I don’t show myself, don’t stand in front of the window, because then you only provoke them and it will get worse.” In the evening she goes to bed extra early, because her bedroom is at the back, where she hears the noise less.