I want to live in a community again. With communal spaces and kitches that people actually use. I would just love to go back to the era I still remember well when in the Soviet style housing here all the kids played together outside and when it was time for dinner your caregiver would just come into the window and call for you to come eat. Or if you needed your caregivers you could just loudly yell: “*name, come to the window, it’s *name!”

Neigbours called you in for a glass of juice. We were everyones kids. There was a live-in janitor family that was a part of the community in every building. In the winter nobody slipped in the yard, because it was taken care of. There was community playgrounds, saunas, laundrys. There was a cellar in these buildings so you could preserve food for the winter even in a city, my grandparents always had potatoes (precious), strawberry jam and all sorts of pickles and berry juices. They really made money last like that and lived a very good life despite being working glass with four kids and a million grandkids.

I think it’s very sad that this is now an idealist dream, but I dream anyway.