We have the official house-clearance season these days, and it makes me sick. It's not an Amelie sort of thing, with cosy furniture that you fall in love with and take home to create a charming room of your own. No, it's dust and litter all around. Broken chairs and sofas of the socialist-realist style. Metallic things you won't find for too long because the streets are ruled by gangs who quickly pick up anything made of metal to sell it for cents. If they cannot transport their chosen ones immediately, they sit on the streets for hours and guard the desired objects so that nobody else can take them.
While searching for something useful, of course they are rummaging, which makes the streets blanketed with trash. The local government tries to avoid this by issuing leaflets to local people and limiting the house-clearance to only one day. Miracolously, however, rubbish-collectors always know which district to go to.
The most interesting thing for me is that even people with fancy cars take part in it. Gush, had I a car, I wouldn't be as mean as to rummage in other people's rubbish.
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