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The abuse that made me understand the people who vote Ben Gvir

An outrageous fine for an empty box left next to the garbage can ruined Karin Arad's day, and along the way also helped her understand the desperation and frustration that make normal people vote Ben Gvir.

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Karin Arad

10/31/2022

10/31/2022

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This morning, on my way to the system, on my bike, escaping as usual at the last minute from Walt's messengers who are trying to assassinate me, the phone rings.

To my surprise it was not a crowned citrus.

"Hello, Karin, this is Zibi from the bank. I wanted to let you know that you have a lien on your account on behalf of the Tel Aviv Municipality in the amount of NIS 513."

"What?"

I asked in surprise, because I don't drive, I don't have a dog, and I just paid property tax

"signage department" she tells me "Did you put a sign of your business in an illegal place?"

My business, it's already funny, because even if I wanted to start a business I wouldn't dare to do it.

It was enough for me to be a licensed dealer for a year - the intrusive bureaucracy without the lubricants is not worth it.

I called the municipality.

"It's not signage! Why signage! Who said signage!"

The woman who answered the phone barked at me nervously, "It's a fine for littering"

"What kind of trash?"

Oh ok.

Yerak Sheda, for those who don't know, are a company that sends vegetables from the farmer to the consumer.

Since, to the best of my knowledge, I have never thrown anything anywhere except in the designated bin, I asked her to please specify where the offense was committed.

Within a second, while I was on the line, she emailed me a picture.

Sorry - pictures - they are in front of you.

Look at what a cute box, placed right in the middle, all polite.

Vanki! (Photo: Courtesy of those photographed)

I am the perpetrator, as the incriminating evidence proved.

The inspector was thorough - he made a book for the box from several angles, so that there would be no mistakes, and devoted an entire photo to a close-up on the note on which my details appear.

Just one small problem - as you can see, this is not "garbage" that was thrown somewhere by some piece of shit who put a dick on his surroundings, but in an empty and clean box, which was deliberately placed between the two garbage cans, apparently because the cans were full or the box was not Entered.

I didn't receive the report at all.

It turns out that the Tel Aviv Jaffa Municipality sent me the report more than ninety days ago (the serious offense was committed in January), but to my previous address, so I didn't know anything about it until this moment.

"Change of address at the Ministry of the Interior?" The

clerk scolded

"No" I defended myself "I just passed by - not long ago"

"Then it's your problem."

We send to the address registered at the Ministry of the Interior"

"I understand," I said, "but if you took my name from the vegetable box, couldn't you read the address that appears one line below on the note you took with Super Zoom? Or send the report by email like, for example, like you sent me the photos right now? Or send a message like you do every Late payment of property tax?"

"Ma'am" Zeti got annoyed "I don't know what you want. You have a fine, you have a lien, you have to pay it."

"Okay, so I want to appeal" I said "How do you do that?"

"How should I know?"

"In court" question.

"Which court? You go into the magistrate's court and say hello, I came to be tried? I need you to send me a form, or guide me"

"I don't know. Find out"

"Excuse me, that's not your job? Aren't you supposed to tell me?"

"I don't say anything. Write everything in the report"

In short, you got the vibe.

It's not her problem, I don't care about their ass, because it's not them, the public servants, who are supposed to help us, the residents, in the intricacies of this sailing - you're supposed to manage on your own, understand on your own, and leave it to them.

So I did the last thing I had left and asked to speak to a manager.

I was told they would get back to me.

In two business days.

In short, Zibi.

I will die.

Pay 500 shekels for an empty box when its nutritious content did not cross the threshold of 150 shekels.

That day - here's a pile of boxes nearby.

I wonder if they received a report of NIS 750,000 (photo: courtesy of the photographers)

To release my account from the foreclosure, I put the amount in a special deposit and went to work, and found out that another person who works with me received a report for a vacuum cleaner carton that she left near the bin because it was too big to put in.

In an attempt to find out where to file an appeal, I searched for "garbage disposal regulations".

What turns out?

That you can appeal only 30 days after receiving the report, not 90, and that nowhere is it written on which day you are supposed to take out some trash, and there is a specific reference only to piles of clippings, and unusual trash that includes furniture, electrical appliances, etc.

It's well known - when you take out big things, you have to ask the municipality to come and collect them, but beyond that, I've never heard of any regulations for dumping garbage.

Like, what are you real?

I live in south Tel Aviv - as someone who moves through a lot of apartments, I consider leaving such a high-quality box that can contain all the contents of a 17 square meter apartment in the neighborhood to be an altruistic act.

There is no one here who knows that it is forbidden to put a box near the trash - even to recycle plastic Israel only started in the last season of Big Brother, that is with the annoying orange cat.

So don't tell me that anyone knows what to do specifically with boxes, where, and when.

This story shook me.

First of all, because of the absolute disproportionality of the fine compared to the "crime" - the huge fine is more suitable for a maniac who took the only parking space near the supermarket for a disabled person, not for an empty and clean box that was placed between two bins, in such complete good faith that I didn't even think to take off the sticker with the details .

Second thing, dear reader, I remind you that all of this is happening while I'm trying to find my way to work, under the same terrible conditions of the city where I live, the city whose management was established by the municipality.

Every day the road to work changes - out of nowhere new pits are born that need to be walked through, new potholes open up in the road that you can fall into, dirty, messy, dangerous, and at every corner a scooter is thrown blocking the way, sometimes still with traces of clotted blood and DNA from the elderly woman who ran over last night.

The company that the scooters belong to, NECK, a report of NIS 500 for every scooter that blocks your way? No. But I do. For an action that I didn't even know was illegal.

On the right - a scooter that someone got angry with and threw into the sea.

On the left - a scooter that someone got angry with and threw in the trash (photo: courtesy of the photographers, Eitan Mahpok and Guy Hachem)

Third thing, nowhere did I see a sign, and certainly not a campaign explaining what to do with cartons - I have never heard of special days for types of garbage like there are in European countries.

I live in the most expensive city in the world that is full of excavations and madness, and in a neighborhood in South Tel Aviv that can be defined as one big garbage can that smells like urine - next to every city garbage can you will often find twenty-five garbage bags that didn't go in because the sanitation department remembers to evacuate only after the street starts to smell like a corpse and someone calls to complain , and yet, I have never heard of a single person who received a report. More than that - the many times I have called the municipality myself to have them take care of the garbage fumes that we all have to breathe while making our way between the rats and the dripping air conditioners.

So they still have the audacity to give a report of more than NIS 500 On a cute, polite and fragrant box placed next to the trash?

The levels of frustration and helplessness I felt when I encountered this wall of opacity is probably the level of desperation any resident feels whenever they have to deal with the world's clans.

This disgraceful attitude not only makes our lives difficult and makes them unbearably difficult, it also accumulates, and contributes to the general feeling of despair, and to the feeling that the rascals who manage us will always prefer to take the easier way, impose levies on us and crush us under their boots, instead of doing the hard work and fixing the The injustices - and then people are still amazed that people invent a Portuguese family just to escape from here and reach a state of mind where they find themselves voting for extreme parties with twisted agendas.

A few hours later - a trash can nearby (photo: courtesy of those photographed)

Ironically, all of this takes place the day before election day number 823 in the last four years, with the incessant chatter of half the country in the background "How can people vote Ben Gvir?".

Do you know why people vote Ben Gvir?

Because they are powerless, nervous, abandoned, downtrodden, and exploited, because after they put their trust in beautiful words and common sense and suffered closures, economic collapses, attacks on individual freedom and price increases - they are broken, and in their desperation they are ready to trust a man whose only work is repetitious growling and brandishing a gun in front of cameras.

Surely everything is getting extreme - after so many years of abuse, everyone will be tempted to take shelter under the wings of some kind of violence, which will give them the illusion that at least something drastic has been done - this is how self-defense works - when you push someone into a corner, they will explode.

This is the level of nerves that the citizens of Israel are at - this is the level of abandonment that we all experience every day from those in power, from the government and the country that is supposed to take care of us.

So enough.

There's no way I'm paying 513 shekels because I put a box next to a trash can, unless a box judge convinces me that I'm wrong.

For my part it will take two years.

For my part, let these damn NIS 513 remain in the deposit until I die (probably from the collapse of the ceiling of the apartment I live in now), the one that just raised my property tax.

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