When the relatives lived in the village, more precisely, my aunt.
To them came local village drug addicts - to collect mac. When the uncle could not walk - only in a wheelchair moved, the narcissists generally went home, indeed, nothing but the maca did not touch.
So, over time, they repaired the cylinder, laid wood, laid a pavement from the cylinder to the garden, wrapped new boards into the fence, in exchange for those that perished.
Not all drug addicts are equally bad, however.