no elevators rafa zubiria   please, you've got to help us:

They want to knock down our building and build one of those gigantic wind generators with the horizontal foundation and the perpendicular blades that change direction with the wind. They've also sabotaged the lift in an effort to break us and weaken our resolve. The air is fresh up here and everyday we awake in a sea of cotton. A few of the neighbours have seemingly spotted a few submarines under the clouds: it's probably just a matter of our tiring will. Some of those here have availed of the emergency parachutes to get out of here. Pigeons don't fly so high nowadays. We're hungry.
Do something.
Thank you.
Rafa Zubiria.