From 5pm to 2am, I hear the screams of Olympic fans from outside from my window, along with what sounds like two or three different bands performing at street level. The sounds echo as they bounce from one building to another, creating a surreal blend of screams, fireworks explosions, cheers, horns, African drums, whistles, rave music, police sirens, the loud but unintelligible voice of an MC shouting emphatically, and many other unidentified sources, as the ebb and flow of echoes reach the upper floors of the surrounding buildings. It’s the Olympics here in Vancouver – and this is what it looks like.