DA CAPO

Before the transformation, we were slaves. We worked not for ourselves, but for the possessor. The possessor plundered, plundered, frequently raped, killed, or drove to Siberia. The kidnapper was at his place, we were at his place. The possessors to show where he belongs, to rob him, though so vengeance upon him for our powerlessness, was our consequence to lawlessness. It was a patriotic duty. Like in Mickiewicz: “Let rape be raped by rape.”

So far, even though we have become independent, slavery lives within us, in our mentality and interior feeling; from the Rising, to the Rising, from tragedy to tragedy, we went to Independence, and erstwhile it is, we inactive rob ourselves, as if we were inactive under occupations and NOT IN YOUR STATE.

We're starting to accept all absurdity. In time, he ceases to bother us, to mess with us, to like him, to see that he has something in him.

verbal and physical force is increasingly common. erstwhile you were either a good guy or a jerk. present you can be a good man in the seym hall, and going behind its threshold, a godly sutener; now you can pretend to be a believer at mass, and erstwhile in the church empty, a shelm of looting treasury.

At 1 time, the bastard did not have a peaceful life, due to the fact that the social pedigrees liberated him - scruples. 5 times he considered before erstwhile falling into a conscious collision with the law and exposed himself to social isolation. present he does not gotta hide himself from back markings and ear clippings, due to the fact that he goes straight after the bastard to the requested raut, where they high-five him, chat with him, and he, after making bail for sin, rushes to his reading of ethics and is highly amazed at the fact that he is not allowed to be a bastard; he fears nothing due to the fact that he thinks,

If there's no guilt and no punishment, there's no crime either.

The dollier who was caught courting individual else's purse and whose police are chasing a barrel cart through half the city does not go to jail for his innocence, but, laughing at the court, a step arrogant and offended, returns in the bushes, a nicked wallet and demands compensation from us and apologies for harassment.

A sniper pounding from a merger to a passerby is shocked erstwhile he hears that dripping to people is "wrong" and Citizen Bandit goes to jail for wellness leave to remainder before another killing. For being a top-notch in prison, which is model criminal, he goes on leave and nods the next victim.

* Oh, yeah *

Invisibly, we're heading to a intellectual den. With pleasance we make further picturesque messengers, exiles, fresh Siberias, humiliations and catacombs. We're pushing ourselves into our own traps. We're intoxicating in the last Kombatant. Our miserable, failed, and looped fate, as at the slave auction, along with the ghastly beauty, the broken teeth and the short leg, we put on display. We are very grateful to the possible buyers of our misfortune. We ask them a shy question: who of you will give more for our ulcers, who will buy us for good or bad, or teardrop our robes in a pathetic adequate way, whether our pain is more facial with a profile, or little en face, how do we set ourselves up to get a bigger price from you, what do we do to make you more concerned?

On the way to freedom, we lost our soul. We are in a tense boilertling of conflicting desires, at a crossroads, between work and getting a mammon on a parrot, in a destructive pursuit of money, and caring for a family. We live in a worldview loop. The nerve, the impudence, the steel elbows, the elastic ridge and the available beliefs are the qualities that enable us to exist. Gentleness, subtlety, honor, these are historical concepts, far from the deplorable reality, so after many hardships associated with the elimination of systemic misery, we have returned to our starting point and we now have NO NI NI SIO.