Yesterday my uncle came, you see, someone from my mother’s side had died, someone very old and much unknown to me, but apparently both mom and her brother knew him and they went together to the funeral, which might not be such a weird thing, if not keeping in mind the fact that the uncle lives on the other side of the world, to my mind on the other side, at least.
So they went, they ate’n’stuff people do when someone is so lucky as to leave this place, and they came back home. Together. To our home. Imagine me falling asleep while watching for the hundred and fifth time “Pride&Prejudice” and being brought back from the land of Austen inspired dreams by loud voices. I had no idea we would have a guest, but guess I should have foreseen that.
He, my uncle, talked politics, but not in a way people usually do that nowadays, well, at least not in a way they do it here, in the city (he sort of comes from the country side). Now, he started talking about how happy-go-round we, the new generation, are because we haven’t seen the good times, i.e., USSR. I agree that when we look at the graveyard we are now, even Iraq might sound a better place to live in, but his main issue was that we don’t know, we haven’t seen and that we accept this hard business world just as it is & are okay with it. Something in what he said (more like forced on us) triggered me. I started thinking about Orwell’s “Animal Farm”. Remember, in the last chapter only few of the animals remembered the past and could actually make evaluations? Well, we are the same. We take for sure the things we read in history books or hear through a grapevine and make our judgments about how we should be. Or, as in my case, we burry past and look straight ahead being unrealistically optimistic since, hey, nobody cares anyway! What is better? Remember and fight or forget and live? Are we fools for being like ostriches? I went back and forth in my mind trying to figure it out & I came to a conclusion that part of us are such I-don’t-care kids because we place our bets on afterlife (off the topic – I am betting on Alice 
), therefore this is just a small stop, where we try not to injure our souls too much and leave this place as good as we can. And for those who are not believers, even easier! Nothing is permanent, so why take life seriously, if it will end anyway and nothing waits after it does end? I guess what I am trying to get across is: screw politics, screw the rich masons and and the chasing after money, no one will be able to take any of this with him-/herself.
When I came to this, I understood how really free I am. I just have to endure all this like a visit to a dentist, and it will all go away eventually.
So be good, see the dentist, die young (:
Another off the topic. Art attacked me, to be more specific, Kurt inspired me (not Cobain but Fridrihson). This is going to be so great!
You should put something like “visit your family” instead of that dentist thing. And then I’d agree with you 100%.