Every day, early in the morning, my usually so very quiet Cagliarian neighborhood Genneruxi is brutally disturbed by a noisy beast. Midst the sound of awakening birds, roaring and howling approaches in the distance, turns corners, passes other streets and finally appears below my house. Several nights I got out of bed, trying to trap the thing on photo in the light of late sodium-vapor lamps and early rising sun. Only once a year, just after Labor Day, the three come together and when I am finally ready to catch my prey, around the corner appears a disappointing miserable little creature, as the operators of the large garbage truck are still sleeping-off their holiday hangover. Fortunately I have that earlier sound recording.