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Fighting for Fire Safety: A Year-Long Struggle Finally Gets Results

 

When I first moved into my flat, I never imagined I'd find myself in a battle over something as fundamental as fire safety. Unfortunately, that became my reality as I faced repeated issues with parked cars and bins obstructing fire exits in the ginnel near my building. These obstructions were not just inconvenient; they were a blatant safety hazard for everyone living in the flats.

The problems began over a year ago. Cars belonging to the nearby restaurant, Franganos, regularly blocked the ginnel, and bins were often left right in front of fire exits. Concerned for my safety and the safety of my neighbours, I reported the issue to my property manager, FirstPort, through my landlord. My complaint specifically highlighted the blocked fire exits as a fire safety violation. But despite my efforts, nothing was done. Franganos claimed they owned the ginnel, and the property manager seemed unwilling or unable to take action.


Months passed, and the situation remained unchanged. The bins continued to block the fire exits, and the cars kept parking in the ginnel, making it difficult to navigate even on a normal day, let alone in an emergency. Frustrated and worried, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

A few weeks ago, I contacted the fire brigade to report the issue. Their response was swift and decisive. They issued a formal warning to both the restaurant and the property management company, making it clear that the situation needed to be resolved immediately. They also stated that if no action was taken, they would take the matter to court.

For the first time in this long battle, I felt like progress was being made. It’s still early days, and I’m cautiously optimistic, but knowing that the fire brigade is holding them accountable is a huge relief. This isn't just a win for me; it's a win for everyone in the building. Fire safety is not something that can be ignored, and having clear fire exits is a basic right for anyone living in a flat.


Reflecting on this experience, I’ve realized how important it is to stand up for what’s right, even when it feels like an uphill battle. I’ve learned to document everything—taking photos, keeping records of correspondence, and noting dates and times—so that I have concrete evidence if the issue arises again. If the situation isn’t resolved in a reasonable timeframe, I’m prepared to take further action and report it again.

This fight for fire safety has been a reminder of the importance of persistence. While the restaurant and property management might push back, I’ll continue to advocate for a safe and secure living environment. After all, this isn’t just about me—it’s about protecting everyone who calls these flats home.

If you’re facing a similar situation, don’t be afraid to speak up. Reach out to the appropriate authorities and make your voice heard. Change might not happen overnight, but with persistence and the right support, it’s possible to make a difference.

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