My estate has turned ghetto

I like my estate. It is generally peaceful, quiet, unassuming, and generally people mind their own business.

Something terrible happened, and my estate has become a crime scene. “An execution-style” murder happened in one of the homes. The media, the police, their reserve unit and miscellaneous random people all descended onto my estate.

I have never associated crime with my estate. It normally happens in the ‘ghetto-areas’ where the mix of flats are 1-3 room flats, where there are lots of foreign ‘talent’ living.
My estate is not like that, it is part of Marine Parade and if you do not know (this is a good GRC to be in, the lead MP is the ex-PM turned SM. How can such a little quiet estate be the locale for such a terrible incident?

The crime in itself was particularly surreal; it does not seem like something that happens in real life (at least not in my frame of real life). I don’t want to go into detail of the incident, because my blog has always been and always been fairly mild, cozy and tame. I think describing of the crime will somewhat taint my blog.

A mere 100m away from house, that was the crime scene. A crime committed early in the morning. Committed no more than 200m aways from schools. I wonder how many children walked past the scene and heard the shots while they walked to school.

A crime that begs questions, where answers are few, probably unpleasant.

The crime happened in my estate...