This is the story, it happened 15 years ago.

In my "cube" (a nanorajonchik of eight two-storey houses) the 0.4kV power cable began to burn. The cable, of course, is in the ground and just so it will not be repaired (it is necessary to find the place of damage, to dig the ground, possibly under the road, to open the asphalt, well, etc.). In short, who does not do, need the services of specialists.
At first, one phase burned out and all quickly switched their apartments to the remaining two, increasing the currents in the wires. We people are smart. The voltage in the apartments was up to 180-200 volts.

At that moment, I went to talk to the men from my house.
He explained what happened and what will happen soon. was understood. With their support, they started a campaign to clarify the problem among residents. The main issue was the collection of money. And the money, by the way, small, in terms of the apartment - but the total amount was not small.

Here the shake began.
The question drowned in her. In the words of all as if for, but to collect money, at least in their own house, the desired practically not found.

Time has rushed...

The increased currents of the two living (yet still) cables continued to heat the weakened insulation – the case was in autumn, when heating was not yet turned on and everything was heated by electricity – and it was successfully burned. In the transformator substation, two of the three security devices on 400A were hit.
The remaining living phase began to heat the earth from which the planet is made up. It was the main power. There was also something in the house, 50–60 volts.

*** by
Here the people moved, awakening some hope in me. In vain though.
The natural gatherings began, like the screams of a drunk man, who suddenly felt that his boots burned from the fire near which he slept.
But at least something...

I tried to explain to the people that the faster we collect money, the faster we become people again. The 50 percent understood everything for a long time and were warmly agreed.
Here are the other 50...

Yes, guys, I didn’t know much about human nature.

These people needed light and warmth in their nurses. They had already grievous mouths, they had already swallowed, and the horror was already sparking in their eyes. They already realized that something terrible had happened. And they were convinced that someone had to do everything.
and all. The point.

The question of making money for repairs raised the question – and why should we pay? It should be noted, at the time (we) was exactly this position of the energy supply organization (that then everything changed).

You probably have a reasonable question, what hell am I writing here? Why clone?
Don’t rush, it makes sense to read until the end.

*** by
Another day passed. The evening came. It darkened.
And here I made a fatal mistake.

For the simplicity of the mind, I connected the daylight over my LATR desk using reverse transformation. From 50 volts to make 220 is not difficult, actually.

Within an hour, a small crowd gathered at my entrance. I did not pay attention to the vague noise outside the window – well, the natural rallies have become usual. Oh how stupid I was.
After 15 minutes, they knocked on my door. The next is worthy of the pen of Comrade Kafka, but I will have to write, do not look for it.

A delegation of two female organisms, politely but with purple spots on their faces, asked why I had a light burning in the window while no one had it. We talked through a semi-open door.
I, less doubtingly, explained that I connected the lamp from the transformator. Oh, I am a fool!

My explanation was perceived as if I was telling them about Koshi’s theorem. Here the aunt and there was an explosion of a steam boiler, figuratively expressed. They started talking at the same time, and I couldn’t tell a word.
At the screams in the entrance began to pull up the forces of moral support. First I wanted to go out on the pitch to protect my old mother from these screams and whispers. But I did not decide.
You’t have decided in my place.

Eventually, a few minutes of time and a half-split of anger allowed us to distinguish individual words in the flow of the roaring hell. I think that at that moment my eyes came out of the orbit, unfortunately I could not see myself from the side. It turns out, according to their iron concrete opinion – they decided it on a shelf under my windows – I turned off all the houses and took the electricity for myself. Because I am an electrician.
Again, because I am an electrician!

The fucking!

A few more minutes passed, in which I died, rose again, blackened from universal sorrow and turned into a serpent. It has already happened. My beast rick with the accompanying selective maternal message extinguished the outbreak of two unfortunate grandmothers, these foolish creatures of God.

*** by
You will ask why I told this story. I will answer you why.

People, in their masses, do not change. Everything I told you happened 15 years ago. Much has changed since then. Now, for example, the repair of intra-quarter power grids does not have to be done by the forces of tenants (although I am not 100% sure).
A lot has changed, and even for the better.

But people do not change.

Times are changing, but people are not.

bybrigadir