MKB Holma

Tyvärr måste sänka min omdömen från fema till tvåan, MKB har skött sig dålig i Holma blivit katastrof efter nya husvärd den senaste åren! Har blivit mycket ändringar men mycket dåligt kvalitet!

Mitt Holma I hela 47 år bodde jag på Holma i Malmö.. Mina barndoms minnen finns spridda …

My Holma For 47 years I lived on Holma in Malmö.. My childhood memories are scattered across the area....so much joy, laughter and happiness that I have experienced here on my Holma. Unfortunately my Holma is no longer there, the laughter has disappeared and the joy has turned into sadness...Happiness has become a black heavy shape that takes over and everything just becomes so heavy. You weren't afraid when you were outside, you used to have open gates and open doors with neighbors who knew how to behave. Doing the right thing and teaching your children right from wrong was part of my upbringing, parents present, an incredible community, security, laughter and joy, you used to look after each other on my Holma. You used to help each other and you made sure that it was nice together on my Holma. Today, both the one and the other flow on Holma, violence is alive and many of the children have no one to look after them, many grow up without positive role models and without finding out what is right or wrong and unfortunately some will be lost in this society and become statistics. And this has already happened unfortunately and this is not my Holma. Crime is growing on Holma, everything can be bought. You can't speak up, you can't complain because then you get into trouble. This is not my Holma!! Destruction and indifference, drugs, guns, fires, lies, shootings, murders and threats, neglect and crime and a lot of rats, that's someone's Holma today, not my Holma. With a broken heart I realize that my days on Holma are over. Ida's summer song is no longer here, no midsummer bars or Christmas parties with Santa Claus visiting, no Walpurgis as it used to be, Christmas market and other markets are a thing of the past because the laughter has stopped, the joy has turned to sadness and a dark silence sweeps over many of us on Holma while we look at what is happening and we are forced to be silent, because then you don't have to become a victim like so many others have become out here on someone else's Holma. I take the memories with me, sledding on the hills, making snowmen and having snowball fights with a lovely hot chocolate and cinnamon shells after sledding for hours. Lovely birthdays with greenery that invited dancing, barbecues and crayfish platters with happy laughter with lovely neighbors. Running in the grass barefoot during warm summer days and being able to sit outside on nice summer evenings and watch the sun slowly set and enjoy a good coffee with my neighbors, celebrating midsummer and dancing around the midsummer pole and seeing the joy that I once had in my children's eyes, something that unfortunately can't be done anymore on someone else's Holma Doing nice things in the flowerbeds and in the surrounding area with self-management, it was nice when people cared about the area, but not anymore. All the cozy picnics on warm summer days that I had as a child but didn't dare to give my own on someone else's Holma Neighbors who held homework help, girls' nights, dancing, game nights, Easter and Christmas parties and they arranged coffee for the children in the yard and barbecue evenings and they were so incredibly committed and had a huge number of different activities for the children and young people, but this is also a distant memory on someone else's Holma. I say goodbye to what has been with a bitter taste in my mouth when I look at what has become, my Holma never again.... With a broken heart and an enormous sadness over what was once my great joy and my security, I say goodbye, a goodbye forever, a goodbye to someone else's Holma because now there is only one way out, a goodbye before a bullet might take my or my children's last breath on someone else's Holma.