I read stories about bad neighbors. Finally, I’m ready to talk about my own.

I live in an ordinary new building in the bedroom area. And we have a chat at home, not even one, but two - on important issues and a fluid. I was very afraid to join them, expecting to see a complete inadequacy there, but now I boast of this chat before everyone who complains about their neighbors.

A recent story: a postman was fired at our post office and his workplace was not closed, which, in particular, also hit our house. It was discovered by chance in the same chat. And the next morning, a good neighbor went to the post office, took all the tickets for our house and laid them out on the entrances, and there, local activists, laid them out on the boxes.



Regularly in the chat home throw messages such as "red kia 999 - forgot to turn off the dimensions" or "found the keys in the playground". At any time of the day you can write to the chat and get help. So, one late evening in front of the plane, my phone began to behave inappropriately, I decided to take my old one with me, but the SIM card did not fit there. And at midnight my good neighbor borrowed me a switch.

You can always find out the contacts of a neighbor who has broken a pipe or a dog laughing loudly. We are pleased to discuss not only the rising tariffs and parking rules, but also the decoding of the Voynich manuscript.

Dear neighbors, if you suddenly read this, know - I am proud of you and happy to live with you under the same large roof!