They are putting up new signs on Lenina Street about the utility inspections, the ones where they come into your apartment and write down everything that is broken and you are supposed to fix it or pay a fine. My neighbour Sasha says it is just an excuse to find things wrong so they can charge us. I say if the pipes are leaking, they are leaking whether a man with a clipboard writes it down or not. The real question is whether the city will actually send someone to fix anything, or if we are just feeding another layer of bureaucrats who do not know the difference between a pipe wrench and a hammer. Last week the hot water was out for four days in November — four days — and nobody came. Now suddenly they care about inspections. You know what this reminds me of? The nineties, when they would reorganize the administration every six months and nothing would actually change except the name on the door and which cousin got the job.