• thann@lemmy.dbzer0.com
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    4 days ago

    When I vacationed in france, I got to my hostel and realized it was next to train tracks, and I thought “im fucked”. Then a train wizzed by at like a 100 mph compleetlly silently and I realized it was lucky I was so close to public transit!

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      Not to mention that the brain is really good at tuning out frequent noises. I lived next to a busy highway for years, and it only took about a week before I didn’t hear the semis flying past.

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        I wish this worked on foxes at night, but it doesn’t seem to. Foxes at night make noises like a baby being stabbed repeatedly, and it’s pretty disturbing. When I first moved to my current house and heard this, I had no fucking idea what it was and it freaked the shit out of me. It still grabs my attention whenever they’re around, which fortunately isn’t every night.

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        This was about 15 yeara ago. It was the type that made several stops in each small town. The rails looked like normal metal tracks. it could brake, accelerate, and roll by silently.
        The building I was in was 30 meters from the tracks and I could not hear the train at all, which was insane to me because the trains sometimes screech so loud the passengers cant talk to eachother in america…

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          I was visiting Amsterdam one time and walking across Waterlooplein to my favorite “coffee” shop. Some kind of spidey-sense tingle hit me and I stopped and looked back over my shoulder … to see a tram whizzing past me about an inch from my head, completely silently. I had never noticed the tracks there before. That might be the closest I’ve ever come to death, and the shitty part is that it would have been before I got to the coffee shop.