In search of silence and concentration, I go to the fourth floor of the public library. I am the only visitor to the room at this early hour.
After I have been working for half an hour, a young student sits down right behind me. He takes out his phone and watches a movie, the sound is on speaker.
When I tell him that this bothers me, he says indignantly: “It’s a library here, isn’t it.”
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A version of this article also appeared in the September 12, 2023 newspaper.