van Helomaweg 17

It's very cosy here and everyone is welcoming

Petty working-class neighbourhood, full of gossip and intrigue. Bullying culture. Excluding those who think differently. If you're an outsider, not 'working-class' enough, if your social position is very low, you're a target. Harsh, somewhat hateful culture. Two groups: the golf club elite and the Boer and Burger supporters. I belong to neither and therefore find no connection. I find the alcohol consumption and the frequent violence striking. Things that are overlooked. Their own customs, own rules, own laws. A self-contained community cut off from the rest of the country. They only respect rules if they can use them to muzzle people they don't like. And those rules never apply to them. A very strange culture. After 11 years, I still marvel at it every day. The municipality only stands up for its own kind. Very authoritarian, biased and corrupt. Corrupt: cronyism and conflicts of interest. Building one-sided dossiers against people they don't like. As for nature: everything is being demolished, for the past 10 years. The forests have been thinned out, stripped for financial gain. Facilities: without a car you're far from everything and the bus sometimes doesn't run at all. So you stand at the bus stop for an hour waiting for the next one. I sometimes think of Pommetje Horlepiep here.

Living is pleasant, because of the space. The only thing I find annoying/negative is how incredibly fast cars drive here. There are also blind corners, it's sometimes scary to walk or cycle here.

It's very cosy here and everyone is welcoming

Since I live alone, I constantly suffer from burglary and also the pulling up of my garden; there is no herb against it. I have been electrocuted, walked with a large bump for 2 years, and experienced worse things; the police act as if I'm making it up. All my valuables and memories of my family were stolen; I made a donation but have to provide proof. The foundation of my building has been pulled away so it's leaning, etc.; my curtains stolen, everything torn apart, even my clothes are ruined. Eventually the police did something about it and were friendly. After changing my lock 100 times, I discovered that someone climbs through the roof and there is a hatch from a roof point where I live below, where I had made my clothes storage; holes in a dress so I could be spied on. Yes, so sad, and someone who tells things to anyone who wants to hear, which I can't even think about what I do then. Disgusting people; his wife walked with the mail which was read first, and also through burglary my data was all within reach and everything was used; I was hacked and scammed. Eventually you realize that; really sickening, people without any empathy for others, materialistic. So first blacken someone and then no one sees anything, everything is fine. I keep to myself and focus on other things because I can't relate to this; also don't want to become angry, but this naturally costs nerves; still busy finding a solution with my nothing against pulling out windows, etc., opening windows, which was done later since the hatch is closed. Neighbors see nothing; the latest is that a step was made crooked so that when I climbed it, it fell, but I fortunately saved myself by grabbing a rebate. So my chair has a crooked leg, etc.; you can think of things they haven't touched. I had leaks for months and things soaked, and never got anything back from insurance, etc. This through roof climbing. Because of all this, I am in a scheme, and it hasn't become easier; on the contrary.

It's a fine neighbourhood. Safe, but the average age is also very high, which means there are no friends living nearby.