He died. The full planet died while I was sleeping. This planet belongs to individual else I don't know. possibly to Buka. And he wasn't made to have mumps surviving in it.
– Tove Jansson, “Winter of the Muminks”.
It's hard to miss the winter. At least if we're talking about a grown man. It's not easy, but it can. All you gotta do is be addicted to alcohol, marijuana, another drugs... or gambling. It's all right, there's work, there's household and abruptly winter comes. But how come the planet missed Putin, missed Trump. Greed would be the simplest answer, but I think there's something else. At the level of the Nations, it is simply a habit of a certain routine, which, in addition, works, aversion to cognition and drawing conclusions from it, especially in the context of its own mistakes, the desire for simple solutions to complicated problems...
I have the chance to observe 2 men from a safe distance. Different and similar. Different due to the fact that 1 for an additional 100 euros will quit remainder and even contact with the family. The another is ready for the same, but in exchange for control, known under the common concept of power. They have been raising their children for 18 years, virtually without seeing them. abruptly they wake up after a divorce and argue with their children. They inactive don't know what happened. They resent the fact that the oldest children entering adulthood have no objection to taking money from them, but it bothers them that the fathers want to impose their will on them. Meanwhile, children imitate parents and surroundings. Recently, 1 of the daddies behaved not very elegantly towards his colleagues from the erstwhile company and signed it with 1 word: BIZNES. I wonder how he would respond if he heard that word from his daughter... or her spouse during the divorce.
Jacek Kaczmarski – Encore, again
I think that each 1 of us will find examples (both in his life and in his friends' life) of focusing on something that obscured the most crucial things. Which even obscured the fact that we live on a level that no of us always dreamed of. I've been talking about this for a long time. I was raised among youths who declared their desire for a peaceful life. Not money, not career, but friendship, love, security, stability. To have individual close to you, to have time for yourself, to be able to give in to small pleasures erstwhile in a while, to go somewhere interesting, to experience something, to go home. With material things, my dream was to live in my home with a collection of music, movies, books, have a car for freedom of movement, so that it was full and warm. I've had it all, at least since the minute I met my wife, The Dawn. My friends besides have, or have the chance to have, but not everyone sees it. I'd like to put it in the frame of any story, possibly even more novels. For today, I'm just giving up a conversation. possibly 1 of you can tell me something interesting I can use...? I hope so.
P.S.
On 6 March 2025 he died to the end utilized by a group of ruthless bastards Krzysztof Kononowicz. I'd like Putin and Trump in his place.
