Sound Affects

Slamming doors reopen old wounds, left by explosions that destroyed my neighborhood.

* Washing machine door being opened and closed. Sound looped and enhanced.

Popping noises transport me back to the gunfire exchanges in Idlib.

* Rubber friction enhanced and filtered.

I feel the need to flee when I hear a hammer hitting nails. It reminds me of gunshots.

* Hammer on nail sound sped up + heavy hammer with slower strikes.

Slamming doors reopen old wounds, left by explosions that destroyed my neighborhood.

* Multiple doors being slammed shut. Echo added for depth and space.

When it rains, I am paralyzed. It takes me back to when missiles rained fire on my city.

* A stream of water, with enhanced audio + sound of a door opening.

I whimper as I tread on rubble, reliving the fear of searching for my mother in the ruins of my home.

* Cigar burning in close proximity + celery crunching slowly.

Shattering dishes are a paralyzing reminder of the day I was blown backwards amid broken glass.

* Household objects dropped onto the floor at the same time (plates, glasses, etc.)

Rumbling sounds leave me sweating, as memories of fleeing without my wife and son overwhelm me.

* Blender sound pitched down + spinning dryer.

I steer clear of vacuums. They trigger memories of tanks rumbling through my war-torn village.

* Spinning washing machine drum + vacuum cleaner passing by.

Sewing machines give me headaches, forcefully brining to mind the tanks that tore through my city.

* Sewing machine sound captured while panning from left to right.

I feel like screaming when a bread maker is used. It reminds me of the time my kids and I sought refuge from a helicopter attack.

* Automatic bread maker sound filtered in high frequency and sped up.

Whirring sounds leave me breathless, evoking memories of helicopters surveilling the skies the day my daughter was killed.

* Automatic bread maker sound enhanced + running washing machine.

Power tools make me tremble with fear, echoing drones that patrolled the skies before the airstrikes.

* Electric screwdriver, pitched down + hammer on metal nail.

The hum of a ceiling fan revives the dread I felt when helicopters flew over my hometown before the devastating attack.

* Sprinkler system sped up + sprinkler system operating at a different speed.

Alarms and sirens bring back disturbing memories of the blast, filling me with dread and panic.

* A stream of water, with enhanced audio + sound of a door opening.

Every crunch makes me wince violently, reminding me of when my arm was broken while playing on the streets.

* Short samples of ice cracking + chips and celery crunching.

I am quick to remove the kettle…before its whistle triggers memories of the bomb that ripped off my arm.

* Whistling kettle + water bubbling and boiling.

Popping popcorn paralyses me, reminding me of the gunshots outside my school.

* Popcorn popping, pitched down.

Electric razors inevitably remind me of drones that surveilled my neighborhood before airstrikes.

* Running electric razor.

At the sound of a house or fire alarm, every muscle in my body tenses with the energy I need to shelter from relentless airstrikes

* Home security alarm ringing enhanced.

I can't let any lidded pot boil over. The whistling echoes with the sound of explosions that took everything away from me

* Kettle boiling + sugar cube immersed in liquid.

I usually turn my deaf ear toward the stove when boiling water to avoid the sweats, shakes, and feelings of dread.

* Kettle whistling. Stereo panned to emulate movement.

Whenever I hear a swish or pop, I instantly drop to my knees, shaking and scared I'll be hit by bullets all over again.

* Twisting plastic bubble wrap. Sound pitched down.

I'm always on edge with snaps and squeezes. The memory of sifting through debris in my ruined city still gives me migraines.

* Multiple wet sponges squeezed and rolled up + Bamboo snap.

I get nauseous when taking out clothes to dry. The friction of wet fabric takes me back to the crackling fires that engulfed my city.

* Movement of wet clothes + twisting of wool. Audio reversed and enhanced.

I prefer to chop my vegetables softly to avoid anxiety attacks. The repetitive thuds of a knife on a cutting board are like the blades of a helicopter searching for targets to shoot.

* Knife on cutting board + Clothes ripped slowly.

When I hear fabric ripping, I feel scared again. It's just like when the doctors had to use torn things as bandages to tie my leg.

* Ripping sneaker Velcro in close proximity.