Celebrating 30 years in Jerusalem
We have nothing to say. We can vote, and it’s not of any importance.
Take the public transportation disaster. Decided by civil servants who move by private car with driver, never saw a train or bus in their lives.
We’re getting light railway lines in our neighborhood. They asked us what we wanted. But we could only talk about nonsense like, can we have an extra paper bin there and not there.
I went to the community center to complain. Our neighborhood of over 50,000 inhabitants has only two places to enter/exit. We need a third one that the new light-railway should go through, I said to the director. I know, he answered. (Probably, the whole neighborhood knows.) But they didn’t want to listen to us.
I want a national investigation of who is making billions from these idiotic plans that ruined Down Town and now every corner of the city. They never asked us what we wanted.
I want bus drivers. I want buses that can take a detour. This is Jerusalem. One tourist forgets one bag at a stop and all transport stops for an hour. Soon we get fewer busses for ‘now there is the light railway’ if it works.
Talking of which, remember the idiotic plan to have a light railway through Emek Refaim or under Meah She’arim, never mind the people who live there? How about the cable car around the Old City? Or the train from Tel Aviv going underground further into the city (maybe). Or the hyper-expensive eye-sore chords bridge to make Jerusalem look modern.
Instead of asking what we want, they fight us in court from our money!
They’re not only crazy (my excuse if I offend mental patients), but worse, they’re uninterested in what we want. My vote would just legitimize that.
Democracy is a great good, but here we have none save paper bins.