Reality Bites - Murdered Neighbor and Apartment Social Life
Wednesday, October 26th, 2005One thing I dislike about living in an apartment is that I don’t get to know much about my neighbours - and vice-versa. Maybe because we spent most of the day at work and come home too tired to socialize, or maybe because we are all ignorant SoBs, but even after nearly four years I only know a few people in my floor - though when some of the neighbours don’t even bother to say hi or return my greetings, it sometimes seem to be a wonder that I have as many friends here as I do now in the first place.
Yesterday one of them, a young woman only three apartments away from my place, was found dead, beaten and possibly raped. The shocking news is… that she had been dead undiscovered for three days!
What little was left of my social consciousness is deeply disturbed. In a very closely spaced apartment, how could we neighbours didn’t hear or see (or smell!) anything at all while a woman was being beaten, raped, and killed next door? Why did we not wonder at all when she didn’t show up or go out to work for three days straight? Bloody hell until I read the news in the net I didn’t even know her name or see her face!
Granted she never introduced herself even to the local authorities (RT/RW chief and the apartment management), granted she never went out or speak with her neighbors, granted that until her death she maybe lived in her own little world, but still the fact that me and my neighborhood is ignorant enough to let a neighbor dead for three days undetected is very disturbing… and makes me wonder how long, if I’m suddenly dead, would it take for my neighbors to discover it
P.S: I pass in front of her place twice every day, when I go out to work and come home… the door and window are closed all the time. I only knew something was wrong when yesterday I came home and saw the door nailed shut and taped all over with police line