Every day we felt the approach of something unknown, however, as it often happens, everything happened absolutely unexpectedly. And our life, yesterday I still spent quietly, peacefully and leisurely turned into a real hell.
... Actually, it seemed to us that our neighbors of Thais, with whom we shared one twin house into two families - almost close friends. At least on all holidays, they gave us small, but cute gifts, we brought them the exotic Russian presents for them (from Matryoshek to domestic chocolate chocolates, which Thais very respect). When Suddenly, the light was turned off all over the village, it was our neighbors immediately carried us unprepared to such surprises, candles and matches. And they also explained, if necessary, some of the features of Thai life - from how it is necessary to pay electricity, and before where it is best to order drinking water.
Previously, our homes even had a common roof. Therefore, it was a feeling that the construction was in the next room.
In short, we were real neighbors. We lived through a small fence from each other, the wall to the wall. Every morning wanted a good day, and in the evening - good night. And they always knew that, in case of what, we can contact them with a question or request.
However, one day our neighbors suddenly began to gather somewhere. But somehow very imperceptibly. It seems to be sooped there in your home, but quietly and unobtrusively - how the Thais can do it. Only after a couple of days, the daughter suddenly turned my attention: "Mom, and the house of the neighbors is absolutely empty, there are only walls - even there are no door handles and palm trees on the plot."
And indeed, the neighbors disappeared as if they were not. After another couple of days, we found that both the doors (which remained without a handle) also evaporated without a trace.
And about a week later, we woke up at seven o'clock in the morning from the push of an unprecedented force. "Earthquake," I thought in horror and, grabbing the first thing a breast child, jumped out to the street.
Works started with the sunrise - watches at seven in the morning. And continued until the onset of darkness.
And saw an absolutely surreal picture. With a dozen of the Burmese workers (they are usually working at Thai construction sites), the house of the neighbors crushed. And if you feel exactly - and our house too, because one wall we have a common one. Therefore, when a giant metal beater on the chain crashed into a neighborhood (then they told me that this hellish design was called Baba), then our home was shocked.
All our questions workers shut out shoulders: they say, do not speak English. The hostess, whom we called with screams that our house is crazy, also pretended to do not understand us (she, by the way, in difficult situations always had sharply forgotten all his knowledge in foreign). The real estate office, through which we shot our house, after everyone hurried to disgregate: they say, their work is to reduce the client and the seller, and then our personal problems.
For the next next days, we tried to simply ignore the problem: run out of the house at seven in the morning and returning to six evenings, when it was already dark, and all the works stopped. It is clear that it could not continue for a long time.
Because of the cunning of the neighbors, Stephen was practically settled in a car chair: in the morning we tried to leave the house and sometimes they just chase around the island.
The mistress of our house, which in the end we still called "to the place of events", shrugged: oh well, what problems, after a couple of weeks the work will end, and life will enter the usual rut. However, three weeks passed, and all the work continued from the neighbors. Only now they switched to another stage: on the site of the destroyed house, piles were driven - either not very pleasant sensations. It was impossible to be in the house: because of the permanent screen, it was necessary to twist each other, the walls continued to shake. However, it was still worse from the house - when I somehow discovered a decent piece of the concrete wall in front of the entrance door, I realized that no one was bothered by the safety technique at this construction site.
When we still managed to find the telephone brigadier of the construction site, he gave us a murderous information: a new home will be built in this place, and this process will be delayed at least half a year.
No, live on the beach The next six months I am definitely not ready. Urgently need to look for new housing! Then the underwater stones of our contract for renting at home were discovered. And also found out some of the features of Thai mentality ...
Continued ...
Read the previous history of Olga here, and where it all starts - here.