Life Sketches: The Absurd, Kazakh-Style

Translation of megakhuimyak’s post (RUS)

We have a little park in our neighborhood. It’s green, has a playground and a sports turf.

Next to the park, we used to have prostitutes, so every evening police cars would patrol the area and maintain order. People felt safe relaxing or taking their kids out to play.

Then the prostitutes left, and with them the police.

Now the park is full of bums, drunk teenagers and stray dogs. There is trash everywhere. The kids have nowhere to play. Now we have to write a complaint to the akimate. As long as there were prostitutes, there was order.