Welcome to the Circus – In Transit
Six months after taking up the corner ground floor unit, my confident said, "I’m worried that you are getting too comfortable here." The large grand white building now ran with jagged masonry scars around the base, where vehicles had crashed and scraped. On a bad day there were large dead rats disemboweled on the concourse by the three cats who roamed in residence. Police welfare checks had flourished. It took over an hour to smash through a door if someone was unconscious inside. Ambulances came and went quietly day and night. Two tenants had decent sound systems. I played soundtracks – Gortoz A Ran (Black Hawk Down}, Marriage of Figaro (Shawshank Redemption) and on grey days, the Man on Fire soundtrack, The End, when Creasy dies. The other tenant had one song on repeat, Titanic’s My Heart will Go On (Celine Dion). My response, “I know what it looks like. No one is having sex here. No-one is worth the expense. Euthenise the lot of them and start afresh. But you’...