Orchestre de Voisin

Since Danes are very sharing and caring people, they have made their buildings in a way that you can even hear your neighbors, scratching their ass. When I moved in this flat at the same time a girl moved in next door. After a while a certain Mr. Boyfriend moved in too. So I just happened to hear them—not very clear though—having sex once or twice. It sounded somewhat like sneezing or giggling which would end up with one and a half muffled screech; and bingo! After a while I heard for a couple of days the very clear sound of the girl, throwing up while I was brushing my teeth in the morning. (I should mention that my neighbor and I have our bathrooms placed right beside each other, divided by a very thin wall which hushes as much sound as a G-string covers the ass.)
Anyway, nine months went by very quite. There was no noise except from the dogs and the guests of the neighbor down stairs who made me think I might as well learn Albanian so that at least I could understand all the fucking noises which were even shaking my wine glasses in my cupboard.
After nine no-sex-no-puke-months, there was introduced a new instrument to the Orchestre de Voisin, namely a crying baby—as the result of that few times of short-lasting shags and long-lasting vomiting—which would top the voice of the furious barks of the dog by the power of forty. Thereafter it became a part of our acoustic being to have this fucking kid crying twenty-four-seven (he is crying just now as I am writing these words.) I kind of got used to the orchestration, the arrangement and harmonic dynamicity of: one kid, two dogs and many Albanians as a standard acoustic form of the environment I live in.
But yesterday morning when I was shaving, I heard the neighboring girl puking with the very familiar and suggestive sound. I must have missed something. They might must have been having sex again while I was in Italy or something. Otherwise I would have heard them. I think Mr. Boyfriend has again—intentionally or unintentionally—hit the spot again.
The only thing I am worried about is how to adjust my ears to the new orchestration in nine-month time!