If I knew how to write complaints and which official offices to send them to, I swear I’d sit down and write one now. Unfortunately, from the vast range of municipal institutions, the only one with which I am familiar is our own local housing office (which is just inside the next entrance of this building); and I don’t know how to write anything except books. The only adjudicating authority to which I am in the habit of appealing is eternity, and the wheels of that administration, unfortunately, grind extremely slow. So far it has only filed my applications but not got around to examining their substance. I hope, however, that you will accept my representations: I hereby denounce the local authorities or, to be more precise, our district council, for the wanton destruction of the dogs’ area in the courtyard of our flats. Yes, I realise against whom I am raising my voice; yes, the very sound of that phrase, ‘district council’, sets me trembling with fear.
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