How complicated is coexistence, What do you want me to tell you?. Was it so difficult for a group of more or less rational people to agree?? Well no. that sometimes, neither rational nor people, as a neighbor of mine said when all the anger was over. And that, for a moment, I thought that we would be able to organize ourselves. but in the end, that thing that always comes out from within us, that little bug that ends up taking over us when crises worsen, precisely when you have to demonstrate greater serenity and self-control, It ended up rearing its head and everything got ruined.
Yes, that nothing happens for a little bit of sun, that children cannot be locked in an apartment for so many days without doing some exercise, said the first one. I already know that they make noise, I apologize, but understand me. Vale. Nobody was going to complain about that.. Let them go up for a little while and that's it.. Half an hour. An octopus, at most. It's not that big of a deal either. Then, the third one went up. The thing had its logic. That he had circulation problems and the doctor had told him that he should stretch his legs. After, the second's wife, What if I-don't-know-what about the tension and what if her daughters didn't let her leave the house even to go shopping?, and that I hadn't seen the sun in I-don't-know-when. Later, The fifth one arrived and said that if no one cared that he would do a couple of races here and there (It seems that the man intended to run a marathon when everything was over, or to keep fit, It was not very clear to us). Then, when the sun came out a little, The daughter of the couple from the sixth grade also came out., this one without giving any explanation, Although look who asked a teenager for explanations, that she is at an age that there is no one who can support her, his mother said that, foolish, He was the one who really sent her to the terrace to get rid of her and “let her breathe.”. And so, with the whole neighborhood.
Fortunately, We are not a very large property with four doors per floor., those who should be subtracted from those who, for various reasons, They were not interested in going up to the terrace at all., At first there weren't too many problems.. Everyone organized themselves more or less spontaneously., by pure intuition. Knowing that, at such and such time, there could be this or that neighbor making use of the space, one only had to calculate when one was free to occupy it. The conflicts began the day the fifth grade boy bumped into the first grade children when he went up to do his daily training.. The first time he didn't care much. After all, The children were finishing a game and it was not a question of interrupting them. They finish immediately, said his mother, with a smile that did not convince the other too much. “Right away” it was, In fact, its good half hour. So, The fifth-grade man's training was combined with the second-grade woman's walk and the entire program was postponed so that the sixth-grade girl was left without her hour of sunshine..
GOOD. It's not like it was that big of a deal.. An adjustment in schedules could not disrupt anyone's life either.. But everything got complicated when the daughter of the sixth graders, seeing that, if things continued like this, he was left without his time on the terrace, began to get ahead of the schedule of the wife and children of the first. That later delayed the fifth-grade guy's training and the second-grade guy's walk, who had to shorten it to leave the third-grade guy at least a moment to himself before night fell.. How did those most affected feel?, the second's wife and the third's man ended up colluding and, in some way that no one could figure out, they established some kind of code, so that they knew in advance when a neighbor went up to the terrace and, So, be able to get ahead, breaking the order that was already established. More serious, however, It was the day when the sixth child almost came to blows with the husband of the first child., who had also gone up to the terrace alarmed by his idiotic wife when, due to an error in the program, everyone agreed at the same time. Let's see if he believed that the terrace was his, the first one said to the fifth one. That the terrace belonged to everyone and I can do whatever I want, said the one from the fifth to the one who rebuked him. And it wasn't so much what he said, would later explain the fifth, like the tone he used. The fight got serious when a neighbor from the seventh, tired of listening to the footsteps and noises that each other made, and they went to his house, He also went up to complain. It was then that the other two joined forces to confront the new intruder., who only got the support of another guy in the room who went up to the terrace by pure chance, to get some air.
In the end, to resolve discrepancies between one another, We agreed to call a lawyer to intercede in the conflict. The man said he would take on the case for a reasonable price., but what, because of the quarantine, He had closed his office and couldn't do anything without his computer.. Total, that in the end, under the threat of the neighbors on the top floor of calling the police if everything continued in the same terms, no one could use the terrace anymore (except for hanging clothes, notice to the man of the seventh that, since that moment, became the sole owner of the keys that opened the access door). Total, that what started as something that could well have been beneficial for the entire community in these times of confinement, it ended up spoiling. If so, the truth, sometimes we look like idiots. GERARDO LEON
