My Shattered Lifeline Where All Insane People Congregate

If you missed the beginning of the story, you can read it here and here.

My aunt and my uncle started building their house in my grandparent’s yard. The yard and the land around have 5100 m. My mother share is 1275 m. and there’s is 3825 m.

They filled the yard in front of there’s new house with three and flowers, to look good, plus a place for the barbeque grill, for the warm summer evenings, for cooking outside the kitchen. Obviously, it remained very small place in the yard for other operations needed to build the house.

My mother spend all her summers in my grandparents house, helping her sister with attending the workers by cooking, doing the dishes, so her sister will go to work. During this time, my uncle asked her if he might build storehouse on our side of the yard. She accepted for him to build an 8-m. long, 4-m. length wood storehouse. That covered our share in the yard, close to the house and the kitchen.

That was their plan after our refusal to sell. To eliminate us bit by bit. First, by occupying the land with the storehouse, later on, with the threes. We realized eight years later. Until then, we were the same good relatives we always have been. Helping them, even when they became rich and famous.

Now the new house is ready.

I lost my job and I had to move with my mother in my grandparent’s old house. The hell got loose!

You’ll find out why in my next post.