What I found truly shocking when speaking to people about this story was the fact that because of some kind of pissing contest between the local authorities and the construction company, residents couldn’t get ambulances to come out to their location. Because the location technically didn’t exist. And while I use the phrase “pissing context” here, it’s very obvious that the health and safety of the residents its ultimately the responsibility of the local government in the town of Oktyabrsky. This is a classic situation of Russian bureaucrats gone wild. These people don’t have the slightest notion that they’re public servants.
I’m aware of the fact that I’m using the word “fun” rather loosely here.
That’s how I feel about the Moscow real estate market at the moment. And not just because of our personal issues – which are numerous, and involve my mother’s own contested property in the center of the city.
Meanwhile, our living arrangements are staying the same… for now… but there is a war between our new landlady, the daughter of the deceased elderly woman who was the owner of our flat, and the daughter’s father. Daughter says that dad is a violent alcoholic, and dad says that daughter is a scammer and he’ll be taking her to court.
I tend to take the daughter’s side – since her father had deliberately tried to cover up the fact that his wife had died. He wasn’t planning on telling us at all, even though she was the legal owner of the apartment. He just planned to keep quietly collecting the rent – even as our renting agreement would have become null and void.
Anyway, I ought to have a big real estate story coming out on Friday. If you want to read more delicious real estate horror stories – you will love it. I promise.
That crappy landlady has died.
I can’t say she was particularly nice to us – but she wasn’t an alcoholic or a thief either, and sometimes, that’s the best you can hope for.
Rest in peace.