Neighbors can be a wonderful thing—if you’re lucky. But many also have bad experiences. Sometimes you come across neighbors that really make you shake your head. If anyone wants, they can share their story here. Let’s see who takes the crown. Here’s my rather short story:
My company is located right in the middle of a residential area—it’s a retail shop. On Monday mornings, the garbage collectors come by. And I mean really early—often before 7 a.m. This is a problem for me. I can’t easily put the bin out on the sidewalk on Friday because it would sit there all weekend smelling bad on the promenade. But on Mondays, I usually get to work around 8 a.m.—by then they have already come through. So, I talked to them about how to solve this. The solution was: please place the bins on the sidewalk across the street because they only come to that side around 9 a.m. A perfect solution—so that’s what I did!
Recently, my neighbor from across the street came to my door and told me that I’m not allowed to put my bin out there for collection—it belongs on the other side of the street. (We’re talking about about 2 hours where the bin waits for pickup.) I explained the situation to him—but no, he insisted the bin belongs on the other side. I asked him what his specific problem was. “The bin has to be on the other side.”
I was quite puzzled by this repetitive statement. He then said he would complain—where, he did not say. After trying for the umpteenth time to get him to have a reasonable conversation, I had to give up due to lack of time, leaving him with the words, “That’s nonsense—do whatever you want!” Very unprofessional, I know.
My company is located right in the middle of a residential area—it’s a retail shop. On Monday mornings, the garbage collectors come by. And I mean really early—often before 7 a.m. This is a problem for me. I can’t easily put the bin out on the sidewalk on Friday because it would sit there all weekend smelling bad on the promenade. But on Mondays, I usually get to work around 8 a.m.—by then they have already come through. So, I talked to them about how to solve this. The solution was: please place the bins on the sidewalk across the street because they only come to that side around 9 a.m. A perfect solution—so that’s what I did!
Recently, my neighbor from across the street came to my door and told me that I’m not allowed to put my bin out there for collection—it belongs on the other side of the street. (We’re talking about about 2 hours where the bin waits for pickup.) I explained the situation to him—but no, he insisted the bin belongs on the other side. I asked him what his specific problem was. “The bin has to be on the other side.”
I was quite puzzled by this repetitive statement. He then said he would complain—where, he did not say. After trying for the umpteenth time to get him to have a reasonable conversation, I had to give up due to lack of time, leaving him with the words, “That’s nonsense—do whatever you want!” Very unprofessional, I know.
ruppsn schrieb:
Well, even though I completely understand your curiosity and interest (I feel the same way), you should be aware that not everyone appreciates the whole neighborhood knowing how a house is built. Some may find that nosy or inappropriate, but it’s basically something to respect first, since the property owner has the right to their property. What you are doing is essentially trespassing ... and you have to face the consequences if someone doesn’t appreciate your voluntary construction supervision ;-)
Personally, I wouldn’t care, but you should know what you’re doing....
§ 123 Criminal Code Trespassing
(1) Whoever [...] unlawfully enters the enclosed property of another [...] shall be punished with imprisonment for up to one year or a fine.
(2) The offense is only prosecuted upon complaint.Funny...
the magic word here is simply “enclosed”; a shell construction without a fence and windows excludes “entering unlawfully” anyway. You could still argue about “unlawfully,” but that gets too complicated here.
-> Entering a shell construction is simply nothing — even if some people don’t like it.
And let’s keep things in perspective here [emoji6]
As said above: communication helps!
So go ahead, and if the builder catches you, you can compliment the floor plan and say the house will turn out great 😉
ypg schrieb:
Funny...
the magic word here would simply be "secured," and a shell construction without a fence and windows also excludes "trespassing." Now, you could argue with "unlawful," but that gets too complicated here.
-> entering a shell construction is simply nothing – even if someone else doesn’t like it. Funny, exactly, because here you are seriously mistaken. Secured property also includes the plot of land itself, so you don’t need to enter the interior to meet the criteria; it does not matter at all whether the shell construction has windows or doors. You may not like it, but that’s how it is...
It is interesting, however, how respect for other people’s property is relativized in this case...
I still remember a neighbor. No idea how old he was, but to me back then, he was definitely in the deep grandpa age. He would regularly lie on the windowsill with a pillow under his elbows, watching the activity on the street. Because the street was so bumpy that cars could only drive slowly, the kids used it as a play area. We especially liked playing baseball-like games and similar activities there. But the poor man didn’t like it at all. The children's shouting was unbearable to him! He would loudly complain out of the window, and on particularly bad days, he’d wipe away the drawings the younger kids had made on the street. The next day, when they wanted to show their parents, they were understandably heartbroken.
The grumpy old man had a nemesis: Grandma Grete from across the street, who enjoyed the children's laughter and regularly brought us treats. Naturally, we adored her.
(Oh God, reading this now sounds so cliché :-D )
One day, while she was feeding us her amazing oatmeal-chocolate cookies, he seemed to be having a really bad day and went head-to-head with Grandma Grete. In the end, they stood on the street yelling at each other. It got so bad that our parents had to intervene and Grandma Grete was taken inside crying.
We couldn’t forgive him for that anymore. The next day, his beloved car (which he usually washed right when we started playing) was wrapped in toilet paper (the nasty stiff kind from back then). Then someone fried eggs on the hood, and someone else had nailed fabric over one of his windows. I know the older kids caused even more trouble, but I can’t remember everything. Unfortunately, I don’t know how it all ended, since we eventually moved away.
We were actually a really well-behaved group of kids. When we got too loud, a warning from the parents was usually enough to get us to play more quietly or simply move on to the next playground.
The grumpy old man had a nemesis: Grandma Grete from across the street, who enjoyed the children's laughter and regularly brought us treats. Naturally, we adored her.
(Oh God, reading this now sounds so cliché :-D )
One day, while she was feeding us her amazing oatmeal-chocolate cookies, he seemed to be having a really bad day and went head-to-head with Grandma Grete. In the end, they stood on the street yelling at each other. It got so bad that our parents had to intervene and Grandma Grete was taken inside crying.
We couldn’t forgive him for that anymore. The next day, his beloved car (which he usually washed right when we started playing) was wrapped in toilet paper (the nasty stiff kind from back then). Then someone fried eggs on the hood, and someone else had nailed fabric over one of his windows. I know the older kids caused even more trouble, but I can’t remember everything. Unfortunately, I don’t know how it all ended, since we eventually moved away.
We were actually a really well-behaved group of kids. When we got too loud, a warning from the parents was usually enough to get us to play more quietly or simply move on to the next playground.
We only have friendly neighbors; with some, you quickly get along better than with others. Some prefer no fence, while others would rather have a 2m (6.5 ft) tall hedge of arborvitae.
The only issue is that not everyone has fully adapted to the “play street” sign, but since all neighbors now have small children, caution likely comes naturally. 🙂
The only issue is that not everyone has fully adapted to the “play street” sign, but since all neighbors now have small children, caution likely comes naturally. 🙂
ruppsn schrieb:
Cute, exactly, because you are completely mistaken here. Private property includes the land itself, so to fulfill the offense, you do not have to enter the rooms. Therefore, it does not matter whether the shell of the building has windows or doors. You might not like it, but that’s how it is...
It’s interesting how respecting other people’s property is relativized in this case...Not relativized... bending [emoji2]
I just asked my colleague (a police officer 😉 ): section 123 is often remembered with the mnemonic: "if you’re not gone from my property by 3, then... 1... 2... and 3!" 🙂
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HilfeHilfe23 Oct 2017 10:32People, people, it’s private property. Sure, if the dog runs onto the neighbor’s land or if the kids’ ball ends up there, you could probably just forget about asking... and then let it go... Although in the case of the ball, you could also just ring the doorbell. DOESN’T MATTER.
But if the gentleman has created a shortcut for grabbing a bread roll because it’s shorter, as described in the other thread, then that’s no longer acceptable.
But if the gentleman has created a shortcut for grabbing a bread roll because it’s shorter, as described in the other thread, then that’s no longer acceptable.
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