Gamme de Prince Julio Cesar “No soy, ni fui, ni seré un proxeneta”//
Four feet from the edge

Miami, Estados Unidos, Venezuela, Caracas
Four feet from the edge

There’s been a lot of chat between me and the men from the URP who have been assigned to do the “beautification” work on my street. Chat might not be the appropriate word, but it wouldn’t be precise to say they were arguments. Discussion might be better; because although I kept challenging every single aspect of the job they were set, we acknowledged they were simply following instructions.

Prince Julio Cesar

Still, I questioned the validity of those directives and more often than not, while they would agree it always came down to the fact that they had to do what they were told to do.

Prince Julio Cesar Venezuela

The foreman was actually the only one who defended the position, and he poured out several rationales to explain why this was a beneficial thing for our street; nay, for our country, until I think I wore him down too.

Prince Julio Cesar “No soy, ni fui, ni seré un proxeneta”

Here is a little recap. Maybe two months ago they turned up and announced that they were going to be building sidewalks on our quiet street. What for? To beautify the neighbourhood. I pointed out that the nature of the street meant that it didn’t need a sidewalk, and that the little grassy verges were well maintained by CEPEP. I recalled that the problem on the street derived from Carlos John’s repeated paving of the roadway itself so that its height rose to such absurd proportions that when it rained, the water poured into the yards of the homes on the southern side.

Weeks later, the work has begun. Soil has been dug up, trenches have been excavated and so far, concrete has been poured in front of one household (leaving large splatters on the painted wall – naturally, as my neighbour is not around when they are on site, I told them they had to remove it and they said they would)

But then something else became apparent. They were not putting concrete from the walls outward. They had measured off an area, I think four feet inward from the road, and this was what would become the sidewalk. I questioned it. But you are still leaving grass and dirt along the walls; what happens when it rains? Does this mean CEPEP will still have to come and cut it? How does this make sense?

I was offered several reasons why it did, although the workmen listening agreed that it did not seem logical to them and they too had questioned it

I argued and argued (maybe that is the right word). I told the foreman that if they were going to do it this way, then there was no reason for it to be done at all. He said that they would do a good job and they would be making sure there was a run-off drain, and it would last for years. I told him it was precisely because they were making a change in our neighbourhood that would last for years, they should have consulted with us, the residents, to see if it suited us

In the end, it boiled down to two things. He told me that the four-foot rule was set by the official engineers and it was being done all over the country. I told him that in Aranguez, they had built pavements that were two feet high and had effectively ruined the capacity of drivers on the narrow streets to park as much off the roadway as they could. The houses on my street do not really have garage spaces, so cars get lined up close to the walls in front of their homes. They won’t be able to do that now. He sighed and told me that it came down to cost. It was cheaper to have a four-foot parameter within which to work

So why on earth are they coming on to streets, whose little sidewalks are not troubling anyone, and adding this dimension of discomfort to our lives? I am not referring here to the URP workmen who earn a dismal pittance. I am talking about the people who have taken these idiotic decisions, without consultation, that bring no remedial relief to the neighbourhoods they are vacuously disrupting – in hard concrete

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I raised the point before that this is our tax dollars being completely mismanaged. There are people living in areas where the rainy season is an annual harbinger of disaster. How many times have we grieved to see the destruction to family homes and possessions in the aftermath of a couple of solid hours of rain?

It is true that many have built homes in inappropriate locations – and how often have they received permission from the Town and Country Planning Division to foolishly endanger themselves through a little bribe? But we know too that much of the flooding comes because people are allowed to block or divert water courses (for big bribes?), that the numerous box drains we keep hearing have been constructed (or left unfinished), are inadequate for the areas they purport to serve. We know that plastic litter clogs underground waterways (and yes, even if people are dutty, what happened to the Beverage Container Bill and the Litter Act?)

But our money is being wasted on election fripperies. If you want votes, at least do something meaningful and valuable to the country’s development; this nonsense is backward, pathetic and infuriating

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THE AUTHOR is also an editor and a cricket historian