A story from life, and on the occasion of the boycott

Boycotting the elections today means giving away four more years to a government that has already completely destroyed everything it touched and allowing it to do additional damage, which will one day take many times longer to repair. And we don't have time.

I will give you a personal example as an illustration.

I live in a street that is 164 meters long. The reconstruction started in August last year and was completed only a few weeks ago. During this painstaking process, the "Belgrade road" workers, by applying a layer of asphalt on the sidewalk, first succeeded in walling up the entrance to my building, so that the door could be opened at an angle of about twenty degrees. A baby carriage could not fit through them, nor could slightly obese tenants.

In vain, we called the competent inspection and begged them to come to the field immediately - they told us that we can expect them in ten days. When it was finally decided that this problem had to be solved, the workers of "Belgrade road" used machines to break the threshold from the building, so moisture has been penetrating the foundations for months.

That's not all: When the asphalting was finally finished, the parking spaces and approaches to the garages were not marked, so the city lost tens of thousands of dinars a day due to the inability to charge for parking, so that, after it was finally done, they forgot to put the steps on the sidewalk with the left side of the street, obstacles that prevent illegal parking and blocking of the roadway, and vans, ambulances and vehicles of a similar size were prevented from driving.

Every day I called the competent institutions and sent emails - the epilogue was that the Service Center of Belgrade blocked my email address, so I started proceedings against this institution for discrimination in the provision of public and communal services through the Ombudsman.

However, I did not give up, so one day I received a warm email from a man from my municipality who asked me to call him on his private phone. And then the most tragic part followed: the man opened his soul to me and asked me not to contact him again, that he had repeatedly forwarded the order to the competent authorities, but also emphasized that I must understand how the city has not been functioning since October, how there is fear of a change of government and how no one can sign anything in fear of being "persecuted" tomorrow. He also advised me that my only chance is to address the media.

It is understandable that the media, at a time when events that are much more important than my little one-way street alternate like on a tape, were not overly interested. Honestly, I'm not even sure that arrogant office holders would care too much about reports like this, so we resorted to the only possible solution.

We found, among the tenants, a man who knows a doctor who knows a doctor to whom one of the more visible progressives owes a favor and - here is, the problem was solved in less than a week.

With all the understanding of the terrible election conditions, you have to vote, because you can't live like this anymore.