If you stay up long enough, you can hear the cries at night. They are usually unintelligible, both long and short, some repeat and others are horrifying.
It startled me the first time. I sat, waited and listened for it again, totally conscious of the background noises that I have learned to dismiss, but it just faded away into the city noises; echoes of cars whirling by, buses, rooftop parties, car alarms, something flying in the air… It faded into the buzz of five million other people in this city.
The sad part is that I can never bring myself to look out the window and see who is yelling and what it is about. I’m too afraid to see for myself or too afraid to recognize my own powerlessness.