![]() ![]() ![]() Nice-looking families moved in, and on weekends you'd see them out walking their dogs or driving around in expensive foreign cars. They slapped fancy names on these - Estates or whatever - to help sell units. When I was little, several neat but tiny buildings went up where there used to be plum orchards and farm fields. It used to be a nice, laid-back neighborhood, but all the old, larger houses got torn down, replaced by smaller single-family homes and apartments. I live in a crowded residential area on the outskirts of Suginami-ku in Tokyo. To me, that's creepier and weirder than anything about smog. What I'd like to know is where they hide those speakers. Most of these advisories happen in the morning, usually just as I'm about to leave for cram school. "An air pollution advisory has just been issued," and the siren continues to drone on, like some kindly old dinosaur groaning away. "May I have your attention," this woman's voice drawls over a loudspeaker. It's happened every day since summer vacation started, so it's no surprise. I'm penciling in my eyebrows when the smog alert siren starts blaring. ![]()
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