My current site mate and I were discussing some of our favorite sounds in Ethiopia. We had different picks, but it was for the same reason: they are unique sounds that remind us we live in Ethiopia; sounds we are not likely to hear when we return to the States. Her selection was the caller boys who roam the streets in the morning shouting, “Thermos! Thermos!,” to collect empty plastic bottles to sell at the market. My selection was the funeral horns. When someone passes away, another person roams up and down the streets of town blowing an ox horn and announces the name of the recently deceased. This is usually at the ripe hour of 5 am, so one can see how this could easily be perceived as a disturbance. But I love it. There are noises I consider sound pollution, but this is not one of them. This to me is the sound of the community honoring the life of someone and letting all around know his or her life is now completed.