This can’t be happening. Oleg is dead. He committed suicide in our home at Złota 44.
This has to be some kind of nightmare, I want to wake up from it as soon as possible. Oleg committed suicide yesterday. I couldn’t stop him. I don’t understand why nobody helped me to prevent this tragedy. This tragedy cannot remain with no reverberation, no comments or no consequences. I thought long if I wanted to speak openly about everything that happened. Today, after everything that happened, I don’t have any more doubts regarding this matter.
A tragedy, that in my opinion could have been prevented
On May 24th I went to see my family. Oleg stayed in our home in Warsaw. We were in touch all the time. We talked, joked around and missed each other, as always in such instances.
On May 28th Oleg started acting weird. He became less focused on conversations, he was flustered, not himself. At first, I thought, that he was overwhelmed by administrative matters concerning Złota 44. He talked about it constantly. He complained about the administration, that according to him, was mismanaging the building, kept unclear finances and provide service too poorly. He was constantly concentrated on them in the last few months. I thought that the stress, that came about due to all our matters he strived to take care of, had a bad influence on him.
He started avoiding conversations with me on that day. I found it hard to reach him by phone. Troubled by the situation, I decided to reach out to the administration for help. I asked, that one of the concierge should go to the Apartment and see if everything is fine with him, to see if everything is alright. One of the workers of the buildings administrator went to our apartment after I asked for it. Oleg opened the door, talked a bit with him, and ensured that everything was alright. This information reassured me somewhat. Unfortunately, it was only for a short while. Oleg still acted in a weird way. He stopped answering his phone, he avoided conversations, and when I finally reached him I heard in his voice, that he is very upset and confused. He talked about the administration, about the issues with that relate to him, later he told me, that he carried out trash bags with his clothes that he himself cut to pieces from our home, he spoke about having a knife and cutting up clothes. After hearing all of this I became very scared.
The small amount of information I was given and the sporadic contact I had with him was what scared me the most. The things he told me might indicate, that he was losing touch with reality. No healthy and sane person acts this way. I thought about June 2013, it was at that time, that Oleg had a mental breakdown. As a result, he was given professional care and regained his health. The illness has passed, and he was once again healthy and well after the therapy – we quickly forgot about the incidence. However, at that time it downed on me, that his ailment might return, and he might be once again in need of professional help.
I decided to ask for help once again. I called the administrator of Złota 44 and told him about everything, especially about Oleg’s ailment. I asked that the workers at Złota check on Oleg and have everything I told him about in mind. I asked that they help him, that they call the police and an ambulance. I thought, that this will be the best and safest course of action, that this way he will get professional help. Even if this should end up unnecessary, a psychiatrist would be able to see Oleg and evaluate if he is safe. I understood, that officiousness is most advisable in this situation, even if this intervention ends up being unnecessary.
But nothing of this sort happened. Neither the police nor an ambulance was called.
I lost with the arrogance of the Złota 44 staff
I never even thought, that people could be so arrogant towards each other. I never occurred to me even in my worst nightmares. I trusted those people. Until June 1st, I was sure that I lived at a safe, comfortable place, that offers us every possible merit and a service on the highest level. I believed, that here at Złota 44, we are safe. Unfortunately that is not the case. I feel great sorrow. Most of all, because nobody believed me. No one trusted, that I knew what I was talking about, that I knew my husband, that I knew how he fell ill in 2013. I asked for help, only by calling the police and an ambulance. The administrator of the building decided, that neither the police nor an ambulance is needed. The employees of Magnus, that have no medical competences which would allow them to evaluate a person physical and mental health, did not answer my pleas. They determined, that my husband is doing fine because he offered them a cup of coffee when they came to check on him. If he really was fine, then why did the worst possible thing happen?
No one took me seriously, adequately to the situation, even though I talked in detail about how irrational my husband behaved at that time, that he ran around with a knife, that he destroyed objects, that he cut his own clothes and carried them out of the apartment in plastic bags. I lost to the arrogance of people and the staff members, I lost to the fact, that thought they were smarter than me.
I lost to indifference
I don’t understand why people can be indifferent to the needs of another human being. I also don’t understand why people tasked with the service in a building can’t make professional and smart decisions. I also don’t understand why the concierge, who’s task it is to i.e. call a taxicab, can’t call an ambulance. Why did everything fail, starting from simple human decency to a professional service.
We can’t be indifferent to people. Every human being has the duty to help another person, even if the situation is unclear, ambiguous. Help should be provided to someone who has had an accident and is lying unconscious on the road, and to someone who is losing himself and is becoming deranged. One cannot be indifferent to someone just because his or her ailment causes awkwardness, disgust, distaste or makes you laugh.
I lost to ignorance
My and Oleg’s call for help was ignored. Somebody should have just listened to what I know, what I experienced, what we experienced together with my husband. It would be enough that somebody acknowledged, that there was something bad happening to my husband, that he already had a mental breakdown, that he needs help – professional help.
The employees at Złota 44 ignored everything I told them about my husband. They decided for myself and my husband. They didn’t listen to my plea to call the police and an ambulance. They thought that nothing bad would happen to him.
Only sorrow remains
I won’t acknowledge the decisions, that were made against my will. The people that didn’t fulfill their duties need to be aware of their wrong decisions that they made in my opinion and their negligence, that they committed as humans and as professionals. Everyone involved in this matter needs to understand, that human life is the greatest virtue, it is priceless and needs to be preserved regardless of the place you live in, be it an apartment on the suburbs of Warsaw or an apartment building with a concierge.
Oleg passed alone. He died in an atmosphere of a reaction from the administration of the building, that I don’t understand. The staff and the management of the building did not try to conform to any of my repeated pleas to call an ambulance and to provide him with professional help. Oleg left a suicide note, that is addressed to the people living at Złota 44, not to me, this shows how much he was concerned with our matters and how this situation became too big for him to handle.
Unfortunately, nobody had the courage to apologize to me. No one feels responsible. No one sees anything wrong in this whole situation.