My dad was a town planner, zooming out to regional, and winding up doing educational planning, which includes organizing teacher trainings, budgeting for WiFi and so on. This was well before 5G, in Lesotho, where he later retired.
Lesotho is adjacent to the Orange Free State in South Africa, on current political maps. Bloemfontein was pretty close, by car. I've done Bloem to Maseru and back many times. Dad was killed in a car accident on that stretch of road, in 2000, my mom severely injured.
Living in so many countries, I got used to storefront development along highways, which had no restrictions against such business corridors, and to large "shanty towns" as we called them.
Whereas most transplants in the Philippines from a foreign country, meaning families like ours, would avoid getting too deeply in the domestic affairs of the host, my mom was never like that.
She dove into volunteer work in Carmona (in those days more of a shanty town), and latter worked with the Zabbaleen in Cairo. She's always had a strong community service ethic.
The Zabbaleen, by the way, were an are an interesting sect of mostly Coptic Christian, and had been relegated to the job of scavenging, or trash collecting, for much of Cairo. Let's let Wikipedia tell it:
The Zabbaleen (Egyptian Arabic: زبالين Zabbalīn, IPA: [zæbbæˈliːn]) is a word which literally means "garbage people" in Egyptian Arabic.[2] The contemporary use of the word in Egyptian Arabic is to mean "garbage collectors". In cultural contexts, the word refers to teenagers and adults who have served as Cairo's informal garbage collectors since approximately the 1940s. The Zabbaleen (singular: زبال Zabbāl, [zæbˈbæːl]) are also known as Zarraba (singular: Zarrab), which means "pig-pen operators."[2] The word Zabbalīn came from the Egyptian Arabic word zebāla ([zeˈbæːlæ], زبالة) which means "garbage".My parents were there at the time of Anwar Sadat, who was assassinated, much to the disappointment of so many. I remember wandering the streets of Cairo back when the ousted Shah of Iran was staying in Cairo as a guest.
I've wandered around in a lot of cities, especially Rome. One could say I grew up wandering in Rome, both alone and with friends. My parents considered Rome a safe city and did not practice any overprotective child-rearing techniques.
The movie industry throws together city vistas not designed to stand the test of time. These are just props. Wild West towns were close to movie sets in terms of presenting impressive facades, sometimes backed with very modest buildings. I'd like the made for TV experimental towns to feature traveling experimental communities.
The Yurt People will be taking those acres over there, for three months. You like 'em, everybody does. A few may stay behind, a few here may want to join them. However it's not required to make up your mind on the spot. Give it some thought. You don't have to run away and join the circus.
When you have a large dome (possibly rural) or a warehouse (industrial part of town), you can afford lighter weight partitions (walls). You're already inside the "castle" like in some universal studio somewhere.
