It came to pass that there was dissatisfaction in the building of those living in a a place to remain unnamed. It could be improved, it must be better. After almost twenty years living in the place they had chosen, there was unrest. Everything was said to be old fashioned, could be improved on. What was built 20 years ago is today out of date, insufficient.

A committee was formed to discuss these conditions. Letters were sent into the land to the experts and the smell of profits was in the air. Suggestions were made but the first committee decided it was too early. It then happened that this committee was abandoned, various members left and a new committee was formed, with new members and with the so-called experts. And so it happened that letters were again sent, inviting suggestions to improve the life style of the building.

The colour of money was again shown, and wavered under the noses of the interested parties, profits lay in the air, and new suggestions arrived, much better, and more expensive. These were reliable suggestions, and why just layer new decorations on the cake when you could rebuild the cake with butter instead of margarine. It is all a question of lifestyle, of being the best.

And so the men arrived with their steel helmets, their steel constructions and screws and hammers and drills. They began to build, and then were followed by the men in white wearing masks and goggles whose first job was destruction and soon pure chaos reigned, but all in the name of modernisation. A daily lifestyle was now spedified by the invaders. They began to work in the morning at an early hour with their machines and destruction and there was no time for relaxation. Hammering and boring and the buzzing of the drill were the daily background noises.

Tidy gardens soon became a collection of discarded, unnecessary building material.  Nature had been pushed to one side, it was standing in the way of progress.

The victims were soon indoctrinated into the new way of life, the modern way of life. Digital awakening devices were replaced by the arrival of the builders in the early morning. Golden oldies were now lulled into sleep after lunch by the sound of machines and tools, but one day everything would be bigger and better they were told and nicer of course.  Some did not believe it, others doubted, but they were outnumbered by those that had become the planners. There were a few small accidents, but just broken glass due to vibrations, and glass could be replaced of course. But important was that progress was being made,

And so life went on. Everyone had a common theme to discuss. In troubled times there is a common denominator, noises and problems were shared. And so we will leave this place, because survival is always of the fittest. The balance of their bank accounts will be somewhat less, but it will all be worth it eventually. It will look nicer.

The Lifestyle of an alien Angloswiss