The sounds here are intoxicating. Downstairs (or down the hall, I can’t tell) I can hear the sounds of drums and flutes playing vibrantly, and the murmur of many people’s voices. Occasionally, I’ll hear a car horn from outside going, wee-o-wee-o-wee-o. And then a bird cooing in the distance. And people shouting to each other from across the courtyard down on the bottom level of the apartment complex. The ...