One may wonder if a neighbour is not right to advise one to start looking for a plot in the park to build a cardboard shelter, and whether this piece of advanced advice does not selectively help one before the general assembly of the block entrance at which a verdict will be passed to have one out of one’s apartment as result of one’s reluctance to enter a prospective jurisdiction firm for general maintenance.

Whether the prospective jurisdiction body will be
• an association because of its commonwealth partnership,
• or a society where a variable by the hour and presence majority can establish rules,
• or a company where money is pooled from all owners for repairs and maintenance performed by interested private firms,
• or a corporation where economic interests are overlapping in strategic dependence of the various structures where the apartment owners have jobs,
• or an amalgamation where different interests are blended while still remaining separate entities,
• or a pool which is connected to smaller and larger pools in a whole system of control and government,
• or a guild where the trades of major owners are rinsed through a larger community,
• or a long firm where money flows throughout series of decisions and steps made in the name of common welfare,
one may wonder.

Like in the marketplace where the psychology of ruffing and alertness overlap, and one person is weighing at first and taking out an item a second later while another person is paying a third one for the purchase and is engaged in watching the returned change, the third person is watching the second for signs of administration checks, a fourth is picking a free item in passing, a fifth is monitoring everyone for gross engagement in doing something, a sixth is classifying the demand and turn-over, and so on, in one word, everyone is trumping with an ace, all in a close community of redistribution of the little produced by other groups playing elsewhere.

In line with my neighbour’s advice to start looking for a shelter in the park, in line with my graying hair, and in line with the new law that lets neighours decide whether one qualifies for one’s own apartment if one refrains from getting indebted to banks in the name of adding value to property prices and turn-over to neighbours’ businesses, here is an old poem of mine:
Looking For Their Places
The Thinker was in speculation
about which was wrong or right
The Soul was investigating
the most balanced place in life
The Leader was then studying world maps
The Cheat was fumbling all world's traps
The Pleaser was adoring for friends
The Moron was for all feasts late
The Bully fought for some attention
The Honest fought to prove the laws
The Misinterpreted was patient
The Bragger held a coin untossed
The Disappointed had explanations
The Ruiner had a fury stored
Admission was forever cancelled
All people busy in their homes
V.P.T. 20.07.2003
V.P.Toucheva 27.04.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU