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I do distinctly remember that, while I was at college, things changed. In that time, I regularly witnessed pills being sold in my estate—among other things. I learnt never to stare at people if I didn't want any trouble, and also not to go telling about things I had seen.I've witnessed as much dire stuff in this area as I have elsewhere in the city, but there's no doubt that, at the beginning of the millennium, Tottenham seemed gloomy. The area changed, but so had I. I grew into a young adult and started making comparisons with other boroughs; in that light, Tottenham dimmed and lost all color. The tangible changes didn't help: the basketball court on my estate was taken away. The garages were knocked down and turned into more flats. The green with colorful climbing frames and slides disappeared and tarmac was put in its place. I stopped hearing children play in the area like I used to. I too started to agree with the story of Tottenham I now knew all too well: low income, invisible, dark.Want to know why London is no longer affordable for musicians? Find out on Noisey.
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