Burn the Election Posters, Give Me a Park

Ok, I shall be the first to put a comment :)
Now, it's one thing if you hate seeing the city plastered with posters of politicians smiling the best they can, some can't even do that. But it's something totally different hating the party they represent.
I hate seeing their faces wherever I turn, but that's a necessity during a political campaign. However, they should be obliged to remove all the posters of their parties once the elections are over, if not, be fined for that. But with so many things going on, so many burning issues, who is going to complain about some faces with stupid grins ruining a view from some balcony.
What I would like to see is this nation gradually changing its consciousness to a point where these things, such as clean city without graffiti, posters, etc, really matter.
Thank you for tryimg to raise awareness, but yours is European, and, unfortunately, we have still got a long way to go!
However, we should start somewhere.
As for giving a donation to a hospital, to me it would look too calculated. None of them would do it honestly, not without blowing their own trumpet afterwards. So I prefer to see them like this, with their faces exposed, despite all those amiable faces.

Every time I go to work I have to cross that bridge.

Two months ago, there was one message glued to the pillars, still dripping, watchfully reminding us of
...the evil fangs of...
and after that one yet another, jogging our memory about
...the victory of...
and then a fresh one, urging us
...to raise our fists and heads against...

All of them, plastered one onto the other, creased, slightly slanted, as if someone was in a hurry, or maybe they are cross eyed, so they can never get it right.

All of them reminding, glaring through a pretencious smile and a fine row of impeccably clean teeth - you could almost mistake them for a toothpaste commercial, but your almost intact basic reading skills make sure you get the message - no matter how important the catch phrase is, there's always another one, and another one, and another one in this never-ending circle of losing our momentum.

And I always think
Oh, God, what a waste!
And a feeling of nausea suddenly overwhelms me - What a waste! And what for?

Who are you people, you hard-working magicians of the Kingdom of Glue, and you absent-minded on-lookers, you stand-by pioneers? Am I the only one who is mad? Am I the only one who is going to be late for work? Is it too difficult to stop, just for a moment and face the prospect of something meaningful, something that we'll actually benefit from?
Or is it that since time is money and teeth polished, the only thing we have the right to expect is someone's right not to wait for the results to take place, be recognized and appreciated?

You're talking about quite possible projects, the results of which, however, will not be seen in action unless we stop for a moment and think that maybe, we should be late for work, that the bridges we leave behind in desolation, bear witness to the flagrant disregard of a pulsating life.

shame it's never going to happen, though :(

What's the big deal about graffiti? It's part of the grittiness that has drawn people to New York or Berlin, for example. People aren't going to visit Belgrade expecting quaint Euro-pretty. If they do, they'll be terribly disappointed even if all graffiti and garbage were cleaned up. I think there are much greater problems for the Serbian authorities to worry about....