We all have ears. So it’s not possible not to hear what the city you live in has to say. There are 4 type of sounds, at least for me.

1. The sound of emergency.

New city, new emergencies. You are walking around discovering the amazing place you are in, and suddenly an ambulance siren makes your ear go nuts. I don’t know where you live, but for example here in Berlin, the sirens are incredibly high and sharp. It’s impossible not to hear them, even if you are listening to Thom Yorke’s remixes or Aphex Twin’s Drukqs. So you stop for a minute and you think: what the hell just happened? Why are the sirens asking me to stop and listen to them and watch the ambulance or the police rush to arrive at some unknown place. How long is it going to last?

I fear this sound because it makes me uneasy. But at the same time, it’s something typical of your city.


Sounds of the city from my balcony | Giulia Depentor


2. The sound of music

Oh, the music. Eternal companion of my life. Music has something to do with the city you live in. And the music reminds you of bad or good moments you lived or you are living. When I was in Denmark I had a hard time. With myself basically. The music was generous enough to help me get through it, but it’s inevitable that every time I listen to some heavy metal or good industrial stuff I think of myself alone in a snow storm, in a city that shouldn’t even be called a city. When I listen to some electronic tunes I remember the life I’m living now, with positive and negative moments. But anyway, music is something you have to consider when you live abroad, far from your parents and friends. And thanks to the music, everything somehow seems easier to face.


At a concert | Giulia Depentor


3. The sound of citizens.

Especially when you don’t know the language. How hard is it? Well, it’s always hard. To be honest I would like to see a world where when you know English, you can go wherever. But that’s not always the case, especially when you walk around and you see people talking, but it’s not really about words. They are sounds, because in your brain everything seems the same. Sounds of citizens at the market or in a bar, entering in your head, and all the connections die immediately because they don’t recognize what’s being inputted. It’s like being in a mute movie, but the sound is there, but it’s gibberish.

It’s a cool chance to know a new language. Sounds abroad are different. It’s like a drug for the brain. A drug that makes you aware you live away from your city.


Street sign in Berlin | Giulia Depentor


4. The sound of silence.

The silence in my city is different from, for example, the silence in Venice. Silence is something really important to me. It’s the sound of the walking distance between the tram station and your house, between the organic market and a museum. The sound of silence amazes me sometimes: is it really possible to hear something when the silence shows up?

I can hear something. Maybe it’s some melancholy for your mom whose been waiting for a hug for months, or for a friend who is making big steps in his career. Maybe it’s the joy of a new project you hope is going to change something about the educational system we have or maybe it’s the joy of a delicate moment in which you feel loved.


The city | Giulia Depentor