Just imagine: when listening to the opening of a glass bowl of uhorky with metal lit, and at the same time, watching the popping of a toy gun, you will hear (your money or) "your life" softly voized, and with an urging touch. we heard it as a call and so you gave your life (since we have no money anyway at all). 

the last sound hallucination my great-grandmother had 2 days before she died: she heard a whole circus travelling slowly through the street where she lived, in the middle of the night. the next morning, she could vividly describe everything that she did not see but only hear as if she had seen it. 

a girl: after 2 days of deafness because of a bad cold she started to hear again, but described the unusual sounds that were added to her normal hearing. she blamed it to water in her ears/head. obviously the brain is a good synthesizer, and funny enough the thing is playing constantly tricks with memory and time, deep inside of us: since we are like that. 

listening to the same sounds for a while, there is always something else that will reach the ear. voices, added and gone. somehow we are bound to believe that everyone is hearing the same. the opposite is true, any of our body parts including the brain, is physically quite different between humans but yet somehow the same. obviously, we must perceive the world totally differently, yet we are able to communicate about it in a similar way. as if we would understand one another. maybe the opposite is closer to a truth. but not yours. and yet it can be. 

we assume blind people are having a better way of hearing and interpreting sounds. most of us have memories of blind piano tuners. and he would sit there and reach for the glass of beer standing there where my mother put it. without a problem and then he asked: it is a black piano or isn't it? my father would be puzzled and ask my aunt: can he really hear that?

the file included was recorded in a restaurant at noon and same time in a waiting room of a train station. probably it contains the following languages: czech, slovak, english, german, hungarian, french. it was done in split stereo like most of the recordings until middle of the 1960ies. done it again: it is an experiment: once you start to listen to it, would you imagine situations, things people tell to one another? can you sometimes visualize the environment? the more you listen to it, are there other conceptualizations projected? what happened over there. why were these files recorded and when, you can only guess? for sure the more we listen to it, the more we misunderstand -or is it possible at all? what is being said there, and are new voices popping up as time goes by? 

adding a visual reference. true or not. what changes the interpretation of sound. the popping of a toy gun. a glass bokal of uhorky. cars on the street and a skyline. even if we are all different and definitely constantly lying about. what we see and hear. believe in it. and change. and still believe again. negate. sit still and listen again. 

what if a blind man is looking out of the window for a while. twice. and that girl temporarily deaf starts to hear and is doing the same. twice. and just assume we could record and playback their perception. you walk into a room and sit down and you have the blind man's and the deaf girl's imagination/hearing/vision. you play it over and over again from memory. 

are you really enjoying the myriads of interpretations that keep swirling around. remember closing eyes on a swing and going fast. faster. and then abruptly fall back, as far as possible till it hurts in the arms. and the hands loosen their grip on the roughness of the ropes. the eyes open suddenly. then. realizing those very same eyes and ears and everything with it are connected in the reality of the hallucination. that is real. like my great-grandmother. and we see with her the circus through the night.