I awoke this morning at 5 a.m. to the sound of some very loud crashes. They persisted long enough for me to wake up fully so that I had trouble going back to sleep afterward. I eventually woke up enough to investigate the source. The man who usually dumps the garbage at 5 a.m. was, this morning, throwing wooden window frames from the fifth-storey window, letting them crash onto the concrete square below with the sound of a gun-crack. Most of the frames contained screens, but at least one had glass. I wasn’t impressed. I put in my earplugs, rolled over, and tried for the next hour to relax enough to go back to sleep. When I got up later in the morning, the mangled frames were still there, laying where they had fallen. China is a weird place sometimes.