W zamieszczonym tu mini-reportażu pokazuje nam mieszkanie i opowiada o swoim ciężkim życiu i walce.

Dzięki naszej wspólnej walce udało się dla lokatorów i lokatorek byłych mieszkań zakładowych uzyskać od Urzędu Miejskiego pulę mieszkań komunalnych dla osób skrzywdzonych przez państwo w wyniku prywatyzacji mieszkań zakładowych w czasach transformacji.

Nadal trwa proces wykupu tych mieszkań z rąk obecnych tzw. właścicieli, ale w części przypadków z rozmaitych powodów wykup nie jest możliwy. Dlatego wywalczyliśmy od miasta opcję awaryjną.

Dziś pani Krystyna, która razem z nami miesiącami i latami protestowała w sprawie mieszkań zakładowych, może wreszcie cieszyć się życiem.

Made by Xavier i Tomek.

https://wolnywroclaw.pl/akcja-lokatorska/

Video/mashup:
Mateusz Kołodziejczyk
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100013404399776

Produkcja: Rujay

Text: Dejw
https://www.facebook.com/DedoErap/

More about the speaker: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gideon_Levy

I'm singing this song for my sister Sinead
Concerning the god awful mess that she made
When she told them her truth just as hard as she could
Her message profoundly was misunderstood

There's humans entrusted with guarding our gold
And humans in charge of the saving of souls
And humans responded all over the world
Condemning that bald headed brave little girl

And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
She's too old for breaking and too young to tame

It's askin' for trouble to stick out your neck I
n terms of a target a big silhouette
But some candles flicker and some candles fade
And some burn as true as my sister Sinead

And maybe she's crazy and maybe she ain't
But so was Picasso and so were the saints
And she's never been partial to shackles or chains
She's too old for breaking and too young to tame

Tekst pochodzi z https://www.tekstowo.pl/piosenka,kris_kristofferson,sister_sinead.html

https://www.thelongestjohns.com/communityprojects/

[Verse 1]
Oh, come on all you workers, who toil night and day
By hand and by brain, to earn your pay
Who for centuries all past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead

[Chorus]
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

[Verse 2]
In the fact'ries and mills, shipyards and mines
We'vе often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills arе not needed, they've streamlined the job
With sliderule and stopwatch, our pride they have robbed

[Chorus]
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

[Verse 3]
And when the sky darkens, and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore?
And expected to die, for the land of our birth
Though we've never a one lousy handful of earth

[Chorus]
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about

[Verse 4]
And all of these things, the worker has done
From tillin' the fields, to carryin' the gun
We've been yoked to the plow, since time first began
And always expected to carry the can

[Chorus]
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about