Life without keys, with doors opened wide, not being bothered by the hungry look of the strangers, who peek inside, hoping to get a glimpse - at least! - of the authentic culture. Pots of flowers at every step, a chair and a table in front of every door - in case a neighbour comes by, to chat.
A life where all the dirty laundry are (literally) washed in public would be unbearable for us.
We'd call this lack of privacy. They call this living in harmony.