Tuesday, 21 January 2025

Indelible stamp on the brain (USA / Czech Republic / UK)


I heard last week that a friend who’d lost her husband recently still hears his Parkinson’s-induced shuffling footsteps around the house, nearly two months after his demise.

    This reminds me of my own experiences of the brain retaining sounds after the event.

    I was visiting an American friend who was living in Hartford, Connecticut, at the time.  During my fortnight-long stay there, I’d hear police car sirens frequently throughout the day and night.  


    After my return, I’d continue to hear those sirens for a while.  I lived in a cul-de-sac in a residential part of Highbury (a suburb in Zone 2 of London), therefore not exposed to traffic sounds, not even police car sirens.  Also, this was 1983, with British police car sirens having a different pitch from American ones.

    I went to Prague at Easter 1992, staying three nights at a Brit’s flat in Dejvická, a residential area of Prague that has a tramline a few hundred yards from the flat.  I could hear the keklunk-keklunk of the tram at night.

    Back in Highbury, where there isn’t a tram line, that same keklunk-keklunk that I’d heard over only three nights would play in my head night after night for a while after my return.


(USA, 1983 / Czech Republic, 1992 / UK, 2025)



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