We could hear the neighbor's apartment being ripped apart. Lots of clunking and crashing and metallic booming. And each time the noise stopped there would be a brief period where plaster dust-covered workmen would come down carrying materials they'd ripped out of the space and pile them on a small squadron of scooters and three-wheeled bikes. The group found it pretty entertaining when I came outside to take this picture. I couldn't tell exactly what they were saying because it was in the local dialect but I'm pretty sure they were flummoxed by my finding this to be so interesting. The one comment I could make out was when the man who would eventually pedal away on this bike joked, "Don't put me on the news!"