There must be a huge traffic jam outside my window - the cars have been honking for, like, five minutes non-stop. But I can't see anything because of the chestnuts: there's so much green outside, it feels as if we live in the park, and it's easy to ignore the noise and forget about the shitty backyard for a while. Some chestnuts, though, are dying, and next year the green wall will be thinner. (When I was little, the trees barely reached the level our windows are at; now they must be taller than the fifth floor.)