You need to have a lawyer in Costa Rica…not just because any and everything needs to be formally entered in the National Register, but because they can arrange other matters too….
Some years ago the local council altered the drainage system on the road at the top of the finca, with the result that water poured onto our land and caused damage, destabilising one section. As the council had cloth ears on the subject of putting things right we went to the Constitutional Court which ordered the council to sort it.
Being our local council…which scored zero in the transparency section of the annual inspection this year – probably an improvement on past performance…it did nothing, pleading breakdown of its bulldozer, the absence of a qualified engineer, probably a rearrangement of the rings of Saturn…..until we rashly let it slip, altering the drainage ourselves to limit the damage.
Unfortunately, last year the affected section of land started to slip in its turn, so we were obliged to put in a retaining wall.
Promptly the council served us with a demolition order as we did not have planning permission for the works.
Which is when the lawyer came into the act.
He went to see the alcalde – the mayor – and had a few words in his shell-like to the effect that if the council did not withdraw the notice then the Constitutional Court would be made aware of the council’s disobedience to its orders which would result in ‘ooh nasties’ all round and the alcalde risking three months in the jug.
An immediate decision was made to withdraw the order and then the two chaps settled down over a cup of coffee to put the rest of the world to rights, as Costa Rican culture is distinctly non confrontational and little unpleasantnesses have to be papered over in a civilised manner.
Our lawyer enquired how the council came to know that we had put in the wall…after all, we are not on a main thoroughfare and the council’s officers rarely venture far from their fortress for fear of encountering outraged citizens.
Ah! We had been denounced!
The Neighbour! He of the crisp white hat with the curly brim!
He had been lying low since the failure of his marriage, so what had brought him out of his lair?
He had thought we were going to build a house….a house which would overlook the entrance to the lane leading to his property.
Ah! The Neighbour is understandably sensitive about any potential observation of visitors to his domain…especially the taxis which arrive in the early hours of the morning and depart shortly afterwards….but had the council sent out officers to check?
No….they had not.
So they took The Neighbour’s word for it?
Not exactly….The Neighbour is paying one of the Vice Alcaldes – wearing her hat as a lawyer – to get him a government concession to access water for his property so – wearing her hat as Vice Alcalde – she authorised the issue of the notice…
How much has she made out of him so far?
About two million colones…some two and a half thousand quid. And they haven’t even printed his request in the Gazette yet….
Where’s he getting the money for that, then?
Probably something to do with the taxis…
And so, mutually assured destruction having been avoided, there matters rested.
I called at the lawyer’s office to pick up a document and found him, as usual, drinking coffee while he contemplated the piles of dossiers on his desk. He did not, however, look at ease.
He had been at a fiesta the day before…no, hand lifted in reproof, he had not been on the sauce. He had not wanted to go even, but as it was the birthday of the man who looks after his horses it was a social obligation to show his face – and to take a contribution of beer to aid the festivities.
He had accepted a tumbler of whisky which proved to be of the sort that left you gasping for breath and worrying about the state of the enamel on your teeth, circulated for a while and then ran slap into The Neighbour who, scenting free booze, had invited himself on the strength of a distant family connection with the birthday boy.
So when are your clients going to pay me the twenty million they owe me?
What twenty million?
The twenty million they owe me.
Allowing them to take over my water concession…and the pipes. Cost me a fortune, those pipes…
You don’t have a water concession and apart from that they have their own concession…why would they buy yours..if you had one, that is?
Because my pipes run directly from the tank by the source and theirs have to go down the streambed…
But you don’t have a concession…what you are doing is illegal…
No, you don’t umderstand…I had a concession and I’ll have it back soon…I’m doing them a favour…but they won’t pay me! I just don’t understand you, helping foreigners against Costa Ricans…you ought to be shot…
Don’t even think about it!
He had left the fiesta before things got out of hand….
But had we ever agreed anything with The Neighbour?
Certainly not…but we had received an offer from him via one of his ‘friends’ to the effect that if we paid him fifteen million he would
A. Give back the pipes he stole from our finca seven years ago
B.Agree not to cut our water pipes
and C. Not poison the source with diesel.
So what had we done?
Suggested to his ‘friend’ that were he to poison the source he would find a number of very unhappy users of said source on his doorstep with machetes and as for the rest, he could go whistle.
Clearly, we have not yet fully adapted to Costa Rican culture as we did not offer the ‘friend’ a seat on the balcony nor yet a cup of coffee over which to mull the problems of the world. I showed him Einstein instead and he left abruptly.