More about housing and housing. I heard this story from a famous Spanish physicist.

During his youth, which came to the end of Franco's reign, Spain lived rather poorly. His family did not swim in money either. His father, as a Republican, was included on the shooting lists in the Civil War. After the war, there was an amnesty, but he was still not allowed to teach (he was a talented teacher). “I don’t have money for your university,” he said to his son, “go to work at school.” His son decided to get a higher education. He worked, helped his mother, lived hungry, but went to study in another city. He took a cheap room, made a pledge, a room on the shore, paid on time. When he decided to move, the owner refused to return the pledge. “There’s damage, here’s a stain, and there’s scratch,” he said, smiling. The student was upset - these scratches and spots were when he entered. “I don’t know, you’ll get a shirt, tomorrow you’ll take the clothes,” the owner replied. The student tried to talk to the master, but he laughed at him. The sum was noticeable, especially in his circumstances, but the hero of history was most outraged by injustice. Then he made a decision. He went to the store and then picked up his things. In the morning on the day of departure, he got up early and began to methodically crush the room with a hammer. He broke the dishes, broke the furniture, made inlets on the floor and walls, broke the door. Then he took his things and left. “Was he so angry?” I asked. “No,” he replied to me, “I was very upset, but I didn’t crash out of anger. I am tired of breaking it all. I just decided that the next time he would think three times before stealing another guest. He took a pledge from me for damages - well, I provided him with damages. I only doubt that even a triple pledge was enough for him to repair."