One thing you have to get used to when living in New York is the sound of sirens. They are everywhere. As emergency vehicles criss-cross the city, so does their ear piercing wail. The noise can be distinctive and I imagine drivers – or the person pressing the siren button – creating their own call, much like a bird, only not as soothing on the ear. There’s the whip-whiiiip-whip. Eorereor. Wuh-wuh-wuh. And many other combinations. For a long time, I didn’t understand why the siren was never enough and a blasting horn was also necessary for these vehicles on a mission. And then I saw pedestrians blithely wandering right in front of one of the speeding vehicles. It seems New Yorkers have become so accustomed to this city fixture they barely notice it anymore. I think it will be a long time before this happens to me – I’m still completely startled by them, or their noise at least.
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