My name is David and I have lived in this area for over ten years. During all this time, it was calm and peaceful, the neighbors always helped each other, and I got used to our neighborhood being marked by respect and neighborly relations. However, everything changed when Thomas’ family moved into the house next door. From the beginning, I had the impression that Thomas was different from the others. He was quite reserved and rarely spoke to the neighbors.
It all started when he started parking his car in the place I had always used to park. In our neighbourhood, there aren’t many parking spaces, so I thought it might be a coincidence — maybe he was having trouble finding a space. But when it happened again, even on weekends, I decided to go and talk to him.

One day, I went to see Thomas and calmly explained to him that I had been using this place for more than ten years, and I asked him not to park his car there. I didn’t want to cause a conflict, I just told him that it was important to me that this place remained free. Thomas nodded, apologized and promised not to park his car there again. I was happy that the situation was resolved peacefully, but a few days later, I saw his car again instead of me.