In my courtyard in the 90s, under the noise, someone seized half the courtyard and rented it to a truck parking lot (we have a wholesale market nearby). Well, the city we have is small, everyone knows the name, name and paternity of this someone, but prefer not to go deeper.

In general, at a recent rental gathering it turned out that the poor courtyard drivers have absolutely no place to park, and the guilty of all the cursed children, who occupied the entire space with their rugged sticks. It came up to the threats of "shooting the damned spindles". And with the parking of trucks nobody wants to fight for something.

Most of all, we and the neighbor (both have no children, no cars, but there are dogs): in some centuries we do not ruin everything, it is somehow suspicious!