"I always wanted to buy a house by the sea. I didn't even want, but just dreamed. I am from those people who firmly go to their goal and used to all their dreams to embody into reality. At first I fell in love with Montenegro, and then in my house, as soon as I saw him for the first time. Such love at first sight ... And this house became mine. Familiar, having homes in Montenegro, are called their distant dachas. So, as soon as I went into my house, I immediately understood that he had a soul. He always waits me, it misses me very much and offended that I do not come to him for a long time. At the first opportunity, I'm sitting on the plane, I am flying into my favorite house, I apologize for the fact that he was waiting for me such a term, I open the shutters, windows to the floor, doors and filling the house with life and fresh air.
My house is located in a beautiful neighborhood on a rock, just a few meters from the sea. All houses in this microdistrict are built in a single style: white with green shutters. Everyone as I dreamed ... once painted him in his fantasies and was pleasantly surprised to see that he exists in reality. My home is the most extreme. Behind him is a fence and other houses that have nothing to do with our neighborhood. And here, a few months ago, a neighboring house behind the fence enjoyed several strong young guys, who immediately open the restaurant and their noise and wild cries are disturbed by silence and harmony of such a quiet life. All neighbors begin to whisper that the empty house captured the mafia from Podgorica and nothing good would have to wait for anything good. The attachment of drug addicts who have impaired themselves by the owners of life. Drunk screams, fights and absolute disrespect for those who live here for many years.
I knew that I would have to put up with a similar neighborhood, but it was still surprised that the new guests drove into the house, because the true owner of the house was sitting on drugs and lay in a psychiatric hospital. He recalled the words of the neighbors that this house does not give to sell some kind of mafia, which made a drug addict from the owner and stared into hospital. And then the fact that the house rewrote the mafia. I remembered how I met, walking along the embankment, the waiter who worked at the restaurant of our neighborhood. An old grandmother, with whom we loved to sit and talk, suddenly left to work in another restaurant, to the other end of the embankment. He told me that now everything captured the mafia, and he does not want problems on his gray head. I smiled. We are not in Sicily, but in the old-good USSR - Montenegro. I always emphasized this comparison.
It so happened that I did not have my own home for several months. Cases, care, work ... And coming, came to the state of the utmost shock. I was broken by the terrace ... Looking into a huge hole in human growth, I looked at the damaged communications with horror and saw that under my home the most real subpople. For completeness, I will say that all houses of our neighborhood are built on a mountain leading to the sea. In 1959 there was a terrible earthquake. And for a few years ago, a new microdistrict was decided to build a new microdistrict with unique seismically stable houses, which, according to local geodesists, will solve a serious earthquake. As a result, a beautiful microdistrict was built, only the local administration, greedy to money, built a lot more houses than it was originally envisaged, because of this house every year they move from the mountain to a couple of centimeters. About this all who bought real estate, learned much later. But it is impossible to dig under the foundation. Otherwise, the house will just eat in the sea. Seeing a terrifying picture, I rushed to the neighbors to find out who destroyed my terrace. Neighbors were frightened to the house, which captured the mafia.
- Why didn't you cause the police?
- There is a drove drug addict. We are afraid, we have little children. You are a foreigner, arrived and left, and we live here. We wanted to call, but they said that they have ownership.
- For what?! On my terrace?! What are you going to go crazy here?!
I do not hide that the person is emotional, hot and completely fearless. I can tear anyone for your own. The neighbors began to shout to me in the next, so that I immediately went to the communal police and did not bind to the lawlessers when I was already running towards them on disassembly. But my emotions took over. I was no longer stopped, I realized that I would simply do not reach the police and saming everything myself. Grabbing one of the local guys for breasts, began to demand an explanation. He ran away and then two came to my negotiations. Huge chains, square faces ... It even seemed to me that I returned in the dashing nineties. We have no longer anything like that. I began to explain that they have a formal permission that under the houses of our neighborhood you can completely calmly dig a huge underground garage, which passes through the houses of the neighbors. In my requirement, the official permission was not shown to me. But they really become really threatened and saying that I am in another country and here my orders. Looking for an empty dungeon and looking at the underground construction, I again came to the neighbors and said that under their house, too, everything was bursting, that our homes will fly into the sea, but the neighbors again frightened his eyes and said they would be very grateful if I I'll do this issue. They did not want to combine efforts. Aflooked. Not only women, but also men ...
Having gone to the administration of the microdistrict, I first wanted to know if these security officers have permission to build underground garages under our homes. Permission was not. The administration assured me in the fact that she herself will figure it out in this situation and everything will decide without me. After the director of the microdistrict arrived together with his assistant, photographed a broken terrace and excavation under the houses, he talked to the lawlessers for a long time and ... scared. And maybe he took the money to close on all his eyes ... I was told to solve all the problems myself ... and I decide ... The utility police recognized the action of the security officers illegal. The neighborhood houses are in danger. Because of the illegal construction of underground garages, they pulled down even more, twisted the doors, some simply stopped closing. I realized that in this war I will have to beat alone. But I am a Russian woman, I can always stand up for myself. There is a serious struggle ahead ... Here it is, rest by the sea ... The lawlessers from the dashing nineties do not understand why I'm not afraid of anything. And I do not understand how you can go to the territory of someone else's private property, everything is broken and tell me that I must be silent and live according to the rules of some Mordovotov, holding the entire microdistrict ...
I have an excellent life school, and I will go to the end. I have to stop this crazy construction, win the court about the dangers and attempted my private property and do everything possible to make no one else to offend my favorite house that has a soul ... There was a moment when I wanted to sell it, just tired of new Problems ... But the house seemed to look at me with her eyes full of tears, and asked, really I am ready to betray him ... no, not ready. I am not iron, I am steel ... Well, mafia from Podgorica. We will fight the mafia from Podgorica ... In the end, there is a law and you will not go against him. True, these laws often do not work, but I will not give my hands. In the yard of 2013. Lidi nineties have long over long, and maybe they just started ... I am full of strength, determination and confidence that I can do everything and everything will work out. "