Woke at 4:00 a.m. but no more sleep was to be had … a compressor on a parked refrigerated truck, a couple having sex in an adjoining apartment, a baby crying, the chatty shift change for the porteiro, a neighbour in high heels, a police siren, the baby again, the truck driving off, a barking dog … and I live in a quiet part of town. I notice that it bothers me less than when I first arrived in Sao Paulo, but still … no, it’s rarely still.