It was the mediate of the night. It was dark due to the fact that there was no snow anymore, due to the fact that there is no snow and there will be no snow. There was no light due to the fact that everyone was afraid they'd come to him. any gangs walked between houses.
Mr. Jan walked around the dark home on his fingers, wondering what would happen next. There was a candle under the table where his wife and children sat.
On the erstwhile day, the politician general ordered a large hunt for writers, fascists, climate enemies, and another such, and that could have been recognized by anyone, each sitting at home.
Someone started banging on the door and shouted:
- I'm sorry. Open on behalf of a fighting democracy!
And without waiting for the answer, the door went off the hinges. respective soldiers with flashlights entered.
Mr. John asked:
- I'm sorry. What are you looking for here?
The commander of the flight brigade roared:
- I'm sorry. Don't effort to confuse me, you sleazy part of shit! You will be tried before a Revolutionary Court for treason of the climate!
- I'm sorry. And who will justice us?
- I'm sorry. You idiot! I am the liquidator of the court, so I can be the judge! You are guilty of being fascists, writers, climate enemies, and you are besides guilty of supporting Trump and Orban! On behalf of a fighting democracy, I conviction you to be executed!
Mr. Jan wasn't going to wait. He pulled the sword off the wall, and threw himself at the enemy screaming:
- Viva la libertad carajo!
