I don't have much faith these days in those people in positions of power, or responsible for decision making. There is so much corruption and it starts at the top.
After all, our esteemed prime minister had a vested interest in destroying and re-developing the park in Istanbul which was the start of all the demonstrations in recent months. The contract for re-development had of course been given to his son-in-law. And to think that people were killed and badly injured because they felt they should have the right to an opinion.
Getting back to our village. The roads are dreadful. Two years ago some of them at the bottom of the village were repaired. But we are still waiting for the rest to be done. Mr A's truck has been damaged countless times since we bought it. We are constantly taking it into the workshop in Milas to repair the damage caused by the roads full of potholes and big rocks.
There was a certain amount of optimism recently when we heard that Milas Belediye would be taking control of the village. We also heard that work on the village roads would start in January. Mr A asked the Muhtar when it was likely that the road that runs from the hill behind and alongside our house would be done. This road (see the picture) is in constant use, not only by us, but by tractors, flocks of sheep and people. Apparently this stretch of road is not going to be repaired. The reason given...there's not enough stone available. The repairs will continue from the bottom of the village halfway up to the top. Then that's it. I have a sneaking suspicion that there was money available to carry out ALL of the work, but either the money or the stone has been used elsewhere. I don't suppose we will ever know.
|Mr A's truck at the top of our road.|
Mr A just shakes his head in despair but accepts it. Although he did write to to Milas Belediye about the problem...as yet no reply. My suggested solution is that Mr A undertakes the task and just covers it with cement. BUT I said he should discuss it with the neighbours and the men with tractors that use it, and ask them to contribute towards the cost. In fact, whoever uses it should pay, not us, because Mr A would be doing the work.
I somehow think that the usual apathy will prevail, and no-one will be willing to cough up. My answer to this is that if we can improve this stretch of road as economically as possible, then we close it off at the top and the bottom, and it will then be for our use only. I have of course suggested that he tell the Muhtar of his plans then maybe he will be forced to do something about it.
So not the usual tales of excitement from the village, but scandalous nevertheless.