They have finally inaugurated the two elevators in my building, after a year of installation and a long testing period. Friday was the meeting to announce the rules for using the two devices, which already look like they’ve been in service for a decade. The neighbors’ meeting resulted in groans and moans as the enormous block of concrete where we live is deteriorating every day and there are no resources to fix it. Not even the good news of not having to climb the stairs can hide the appearance of recent ruin of this Yugoslav model building.
They have also increased the amount of money collected from each family to pay the salaries of the two retirees who watch the elevators. As the interior of the car barely has enough space for five people, the “custodians” of the Russian apparatuses will sit in a chair at the entrance. Some suggest that instead of watching the board and its buttons, these old people—party militants—are more interested in what we have in our bags and who visits us. I expect the guardians will last about two weeks, until the lack of consistency that characterizes everything here relaxes the issue of supervision.
What I like least about this is that they again apply the formula of greater control, discipline and vigilance, believing that this will solve our problems. Personally, I think everything would be better if every neighbor felt that the building belonged to them and that the common areas are also part of our house. However, years without the ability to decide what goes on in the building, have created a sense of distance and a certain tendency to “pillaging” it. Once they took a corner from us for the CDR office and they converted a place where the children played into an office for OFICODA, the government rationing arm, without the previous consent of those of us who live here. With time and the successive encroachments by so many state organisms needing a fragment of our spacious ground floor, we’ve come to the conclusion that nothing is ours. Not even the two elevators that have just been inaugurated in the last couple of days.
P.S.: The topic of Juanes and his September 20th concern has generated a great deal of debate so I have created a new site with the name Peace Without Borders, where all the information touching on this event will be collected. There will be space there for the opinions of various bloggers and commentators regarding the visit of the Columbian singer to our country.
While we discuss the new building rules, here is the spectacle of the dumpsters on the corner.