It is much quieter here than in the apartment where they lived before. It was on one of the main roads of this city. Now they live on a side street. They don’t find themselves loud at all. There are just always many people here, especially in the evenings, all talking loudly. Turkish apparently is also a language that expresses itself through volume. They meet here in the evenings to drink tea and smoke shisha. Presumably, they discuss everything and anything. I don’t understand it. Furthermore, for example, they can’t ring the doorbell. Arrival is signaled with the horn, no matter how late, until the person concerned comes out. The car engine cannot be turned off, foreign driveways are there for parking... it goes on like that. When the father/husband died back then, over a period of 2–3 weeks 1,500 visitors came here to console. You can’t imagine what was going on here day and night. Our neighbors have lived here since the 60s, the woman still doesn’t speak German and they live here as if in the village they came from. The youngest son is now engaged. Some time ago there was the engagement party in the garden, as we found out the next day because he apologized that it was probably loud again. He does not yet know his fiancée, she is still in [der Türkei]. Just for understanding.