This is the electrical pole immediately out my apartment window. I heard the commotion and looked out.
On one hand, I simply can’t believe that someone is adding another cable to this — how could this crewman possibly think this is safe? On the other, this is the sort of thing I’ve come to expect in Mexico — no official oversight, let’s just slap it up there as quickly as possible, no one could possibly notice yet another cable on this, right?
Of course, in my own way, I have contributed to this problem. When we first moved here, I got yelled at (OK more like a shrill, stern tone) from a downstairs neighbor who was pissed about our cable installation. Apparently the Cablevision guy had made no effort to tuck the cables to the right (as seen in lower right-hand side of photo) and decided to string the cable up directly in front of her apartment. Through the help of my Spanish tutor, I had to ask Cablevision to come back and pay 400 pesos to have to them re-install the cable lines “correctly” (whatever that is, looking at the above photos, I have no idea).
I don’t know what company is doing this today — their truck is brilliantly unmarked — but I can’t wait for them to get to the last electrical pole on this street, the one that is made of concrete, splitting down the middle, and about to fall over. Two weeks ago there was a loud explosion from that pole, and the power was out for 5 hours. What today will bring, I have no idea.