Usually when people start hearing disembodied voices, they begin to become a little concerned. While this may have been true of me in the past, it is no longer. As long as said disembodied voices are in Korean, I assume that all is well. I simply roll over in my bed and mutter irritably "I'm going to write a blog about you" before going back to sleep.
Or maybe I'm being warned about something terribly important and I will never know until it is too late because I have failed to master the Korean language in two and a half months.
...
When I first heard disembodied voices in Korean in my apartment, making something that sounded like an important announcement, I thought that I was going mad. Then I decided it must be a noise from the street. But no. Desert Boy (who lives in the same apartment complex) called me moments afterward to ask if I too had heard the voice.
Feeling more than slightly alarmed at proving the disembodied voice to be real (Desert Boy was not just playing an elaborate prank on me), I set out on a search for the source of the voice. This was a very short quest, as I looked at my ceiling and discovered a speaker built in next to the light.
I have no idea why these announcements happen, what they are about and why there is a speaker in my apartment that allows someone to randomly broadcast into my private living space. I am disturbed. And, particularly on this Saturday morning around 9AM, rather annoyed. And perhaps a little amused as well.
Now I can only hope that there are no cameras...
No comments:
Post a Comment