The Sordid State of Affairs

This post may be too personal and totally inappropriate, but maybe it’s the perfect time for that.

Anyway, the story starts some ten years ago, when our building elected a then-new representative. Slowly, but surely, the person who promised to improve the building’s dire financial situation and deteriorating façade soon built a façade of their own and turned into a first-class villain even Marvel could envy.

Among the plethora of great deeds they had done for the building, to name a few, we could mention running covert operations, performing non-existent repairs in joint operations with the building manager, selling random assets and rooms on the building’s premises, making an illegal “etažni elaborat” (a document defining ownership units within the building), and so on and so forth. And yes, all of these are included in the ongoing legal proceedings.

And no, this didn’t happen overnight. It started small, with seemingly dodgy actions that people frowned upon, but eventually let slide. Some of them didn’t want to interfere, some of them didn’t want to get on anyone’s bad side, some didn’t want to make enemies, and some didn’t want to offend anyone, but most of them firmly believed that it was completely impossible for them to take illegal actions that far. Common sense would eventually stop it, right?

Well, you’d think that would be the case in a world governed by the rule of law, and yet here we are today, receiving a call from the municipal court requesting our formal statement with regard to the legality of the building’s attorney.

You see… in 2021, we hired an attorney and filed a lawsuit against the said self-proclaimed hero and their sidekicks in until-proven-otherwise mischief. However, in the meantime, a few of the co-owners died, and now the genius criminal mind has filed a complaint to question the POA based on which the attorney was elected, stating it contains dead people’s signatures, ergo, the current building representative must have forged it. And all that, ironically, from a person who was forging signatures like a scam call center on a good day. And yes, the forged signatures based on which they sold the joint rooms are also part of the proceedings.

Now, you’d think this would make me mad, but it actually makes me conclude the following:

#1 A community’s authorities are always a direct reflection of those who hold the right to vote.

#2 Injustice is a collective consciousness of those who willingly turn a blind eye.

#3 The power lies in the hands of the people who are willing to say no.

That said, I will repeat this one more time: this post is a personal reflection of the ongoing events I’m currently involved in just because I chose to buy an apartment in a clearly wrong building over fifteen years ago.

However, if this post rubs you the wrong way, or makes you uncomfortable, by all means… feel free to interpret it any way your mind feels triggered by guilt.

Cheers! 🍻