I took a stroll this afternoon through the migrant village between my house and the office. The announcement that the village was to be razed went up a little over a month ago, and now the village is slowly being demolished.
Our favorite restaurant sits on the edge of this village, but is still hanging on. I have heard that the owner of the building has gone to court to get more money, and that this might delay the actual destruction of the restaurant by a few months.
But as this sign hanging along the bridge leading into the village proclaims, the demise of the restaurant is not in question; just the timing: “unwavering in our determination to demolish; the decision to demolish will not be changed.”