For about 3 months now, "progress" has appeared on our side street. A project with European funds made by the former mayor of the village where I live has been approved, a "dedicated" asphalting project because the road passes by certain key personnel from that time in the town hall - mayor, secretary & CO.
We have been enduring chaos, dust and noise for some time even though we did not want asphalting, cars passing by at a much higher speed, there was no work for a month because the town hall had the funds blocked (also due to an illegality by the former mayor who abusively fired an employee) and now they have started again with fresh strength. They are working even on Sundays - on the day of the little one (which I will tell you about in an additional article) we had, in addition to music, guests, stone trucks and a cute compactor.
We would have been fine if it weren't for the over 30 cm layer of poured stone that presses against our fence and prevents us from leaving the yard. The city hall told us that the project cannot be changed, the road workers advised us to make a nice slope and manage. We are still doing well - at other neighbors the layer is almost 50 cm (in addition to the yard level) and there the road workers boldly specified that the public road is not of interest to people and they should start bringing their only car with earth nicely and raising the level of their yards.
We simply refused this option. We pushed the stone aside with a hoe and shovel, made our slope and left the yard. Last night, however, one of the road workers, extremely annoyed by our "deed", called the city hall for help. This, proudly represented by "Mr. Secretary" as he introduced himself (archivist-paperworker, I might add), puffed up like a turkey, posted himself at our gate and with an arrogant attitude of a multinational director, began to demand an account of us for the cruel act of destruction consisting in moving the stone from the road in front of our gate.
He found me at home alone. I went out to the fence and he got really angry at me, out of his way, how we allowed ourselves to ruin his road to get out of the yard. They say that during the asphalting we had to leave the car outside, at the intersection. We had to dream about this because no one bothered to notify us. He threatened to send us a summons for destruction the next day and I asked him to send it. Then I got angry and asked him if he was serious about leaving the car on the road and I asked him to tell me who was making the slope to get out of the yard - us or them? He started towards the car without answering me, I insisted that he did not answer my question at which point the husband who had just come from a neighbor's house also asked him.
The intervention seemed inappropriate to me from an individual responsible for the certificates at the city hall. However, I found out that his desperation and attitude stem from the fact that the asphalt must also reach him and if we put ourselves across, it will take longer until he also enjoys "progress". The attitude and the way we were treated, determined us to file a complaint with their superior institutions from which we were waiting for a response. Something must have happened in the meantime because in the morning the guy came to talk to us peacefully and tell us that they would find a solution to fix the problem...hm...where is the multinational director attitude from last night?
All well and good, but after he left I suddenly got a headache that made me want to scream. In the forehead area. It lasted all night until I went to bed and during the night I woke up and it hit me again when I remembered the conversation. It went away without pills, without anything...
The explanation - headache according to NMG means "I felt attacked". If it's in the back, I felt attacked from behind; if it's in the forehead, I felt attacked from the front (my case); if it's all over my head, I felt attacked strongly from all sides.
Good health to everyone and learn to know your body while you are still healthy because when you are sick, fear will not let you think freely,
Geo
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