“The valley, well, on your scale! If I catch you here again, beat you and let you go, the damned mother will take you!”. This is the language of the pensioner across the street who raises 20 cats. And this applies to our children.

He is joined by a neighbor who protects the carpeted bar as if the metal is being eaten away by the hands of children clinging to it. And the neighbor who guards the fence erected by the town hall, like the eaves of her parents’ house. The street behind the block, where children often play, is a front where big people fight and the children who ruin their world.

Why did we light it up so much?!

When Tudor was in the pram period and I was about to deliver, the baby and the pram were my weak point. I could be overtaken in line or nervously pushed if I blocked the shelf with a baby carriage. In the special queue for pregnant women and parents with small children, there were always people who refused to give up their seats because “I didn’t force you to go with the child after you.”

At that time I did not have the courage to protest and preferred to remain silent so as not to cause a scandal. But now that mine is big, I have more aplomb to take a stand. But that’s not the point. I can’t understand how you can’t see that it’s common sense to protect children? By default their mothers? Where does the hatred, indifference, and fanaticism come from, which allow you to put your comfort above the human and legal rights of the child?

They are children, don’t be stupid

Once, on the eve of the mayoral election campaign, people came to sector 4 with a car loaded with playground equipment. A choice gesture, we were happy to have two swings in the shade, in the backyard, where nothing happens anyway.

Well, I would! Pensioners came out and chased those from the town hall. It was a full-scale riot. That “derbeds” make noise, that this is their garden and they open the windows to it. Bathroom windows. There are probably more pensioners than children, besides, these little ones don’t even have the right to vote, so the town hall car left as it came, with swings and everything, and the children were left with a swollen lip.

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