The End Of An Era

It seems that the new year is going to bring drastic changes to my neighborhood.
For days, around the houses and at the entrance to the big hotel, I have seen homemade banners and signs decrying the government and asking for help.
The citizens of my shantytown are sent packing.
For many, many years now, the good folks down the hill have built a most eclectic village, unfortunately on somebody else's land and now they are being evicted.
The lady at my tienda said that she has lived nearly thirty years here.
From what I hear, they are being removed to make space for new condos and hotels.
On one hand I feel sorry for them, even though they knew they were living on borrowed time.
On the other I wonder what that will do to me and my-oh so quiet- neighborhood. Will all this construction scare away the animals I see on occasion and will it, maybe, make it easier to sell the house.
We shall see in the new year.