Weak Institutions

It’s not a fair fight.

A bank fault. In front of the vault is a guardhouse. it is guarded by a crying baby in an impressive, oversized uniform
Kyle Flood, CC BY-SA 2.0, modified

I don’t care who does the electing, so long as I get to do the nominating.

— Boss Tweed.

Around 2010, I had a problem. My kid was just turning two, and finally starting to sleep through the night, which was a blessing, but then a mysterious company bought the building next door to our east London flat.

The building next door had been sitting empty for years, ever since a safety inspection determined that a) it was full of asbestos and b) it lacked a fire-exit. Either one of these made the building unfit for commercial or residential use, and the long-term tenants had moved into other office buildings in the neighborhood.
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