If the lullaby poem exists, the people downstairs would be dead by now and I'll finally have some Peace and fuking Quiet.
Going to the National museum, the only place that will serve as a quiet library. Even the national Libraries are swarmed with annoying loud "lets play catching" kids.
But it's raining cats and dogs so now I've to come up with a plan.
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