I live in the private sector. Yesterday bought a budget trimmer (motokosa), to maintain order in the courtyard. Started its exploitation today. At the roar of the technique approached two faces of acquainted men. Presented by neighbors from the "top" of the street, offered to wash the purchase, at the same time to try on their sites. The third, a neighbor through two houses, with whom in turn carried each other a couple of times, knocked on the vatsap with the words: "Brother, knock at my gate, now on the guard, when we arrive we will count." Everybody polently refused, citing the lack of time and the not-passed equipment. Nothing pushed neighbors to communicate like a new trimmer.