My Life In Hell( the ugly truth)

I thought when my father and I moved to Borough Park Brooklyn, from East N.Y. Brooklyn things would finally be different, that things would get better, that we would both have a chance to have something neither of us had a real home, what a joke. Instead of things getting better, a dream come true things got worse if that's possible. It developed into a nightmare. When the realization of what life here was really going to be like sunk in, my father and I just gave up. He always wanted to move to a warm climate, he could never take the cold weather. I will always feel guilt because I didn't make much of an effort even though I knew how he felt. Now I'm paying the price for that. When we moved to Borough Park we moved with our neighbor Mrs. Frances Perlberg from East N.Y. Brooklyn, Shepherd Ave. The neighborhood was changing. I don't know the details of how any of this came about. Some jewish organization connected to Mrs. Perberg wanted to help her. I knew Mrs. Perlberg as a child she would take care of me while my father was at work. So when the opportunity to move away from Shepherd Ave., she wanted to include us. We were able to get a N.Y.C Housing Authority section 8 subsidy. For some reason the rent was abnorm-ally low and the security deposit was $100. Who knows what goes on in the head of a jew. The landlord was-is rabbi Abraham Lesser. The building is one of three interconnecting buildings that were reaching completion of being renovated. The buildings are close to 100 years old. In 1969 one of the buildings suffered a fire. I don't know the extent of the damage, or to which build-ing it was. On the serface everything seemed fine, but this belies what was really going on. The truth about what really went on I wouldn't be privy to until much later. For the first couple of years rabbi Lesser or one of his sons actually lived in one of the buildings. At one point he wanted us to move in order to accomodate one of his other sons the apartment next to us wasn't big enough and they wanted both apartments to make into one big apartment. We said no. I don't think Lesser was very happy, but at the time there wasn't much he could do about it. I wasn't dealing with Lesser my father was, so I don't know what his reaction to not getting his own way was. He made up for it with vengence. Lessers' neice lives there with her husband and five children. She recently had a baby, a boy; supposedly. I never knew she was pregnant,she didn't look pregnant,and if you know anything about these people they are always pregnant and it's obvious. However, I digress. In order to buy and renovate these buildings Lesser had to take out a loan. These renovations were financed by funds loaned to the owner- one Abraham Lesser- under the provisions of Article 8 of the Private Housing Finance Law. In addition, as a result of the renovation, beginning with the tax year 1974-1975 the then and still current owner Abraham Lesser recieved J-51 tax exemption/abatement benifits. The J-51 tax abatement benifits expired at the end of the 2002-2004 tax year, some 30 years later; and the "Article 8 loan was satis-fied. That's when things changed and we had the rug completely pulled out from under us; but I'm getting ahead of my self, I'm jumping ahead. To be continued.