I’m now sitting in the tiny kitchen. Tiny netbook on top a thick book. Typing on tiny keys.
My upstairs neighbor is hanging out her family’s clothes to dry. Bamboo knocking on metal makes a klonk klink sound.
I looked up and see damp underpants or at least what I think are underpants. Also a drop of water, which may have come from the resting rain drops that came just now.