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The apartment residents in my building just finished a meeting. It was hilarious.

There were twelve people including me. Most of the time, two to five of the participants were speaking and gesturing vigorously. The three main topics were the gardener, a potential addition to the building, and the building manager.

Gavriel, the older man who lives closest to Ari and me, would raise an occasional objection and be shushed by almost everyone else present. There were two people named Yaniv, one of whom was the building manager and one of whom translated for me once in a while.

The garden hasn't been tended for months but Gavriel objected to bringing the gardener back. Yaniv the translator explained that Gavriel hated the old gardener.

Yaniv the translator introduced a proposal is to add a room and a porch to each existing apartment and two floors to the whole building.

Yaniv the building manager said there were a lot of rude people (chutzpanim), so he wanted to turn his duties over to a professional, which would cost more. But he'd be willing to continue in his role if he got as much money as would have to be paid to the professional.