We've been out of house and home for a month now, because of a botched remodelling job to the upstairs apartment. The project ultimately engulfed the entire building, sending us into hotels.
The contractors have lied to us repeatedly about the duration of the project - basically promising work they had no intention of doing, simply because telling us what they thought we wanted to hear would get us out of their hair. It didn't work, because that's not how we operate.
But the project has also given us a taste of what the poor go through on a regular basis. The poor cannot appeal to an authority, because the entire system is in place to protect the propertied, not the unpropertied. The poor are often in poor health, because they can't access healthy food. We found the same - when you simply can't access a refrigerator, or a kitchen, you are stuck with the high-chemical pre-packaged foods available at the 24/7 convenience store. Such food also costs more.
Overall, this last month has been an education in how it feels to be helpless and without rights. We haven't truly been helpless, and we haven't truly been poor, but our eyes have been opened.
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