A fictional (and possibly true) story — “If walls could talk…”, said our priest as he walked out of the church, after the confession of a 77-year-old woman that had just left. I noticed that she was more upright than before. …

I’m in a Revolution state of mind, yes… — Open doors. Guns free to use. Everyone can carry one. The law says now “you choose”. Closed doors. Female phimosis*. Your body doesn’t belong to you. The law says exactly this. The land of the free. The land of the dreams. The land of distorted definitions; sometimes, so it seems… …

Dead or in regeneration process? —

The freedom of transparency —

An acrostic

but it forgot to check something before that… — The passengers desperately call for help. The ship sinks into the sea of malfunction. But the consciously deaf captain and the crew say: “Look! New carpets for you to step on”! Inspired by the actions and the attitude of Medium’s “captain” and “crew”. We may be indifferent in front of…

Read, think, but then, create the experience —

Putin, NATO, the others, and …us — We’re stuck in the middle, between two teams that play a kind of political dodgeball, forming humanity’s decay. Putin is pissed at NATO and NATO is pissed at him. The EU is the underdog; a flashy-but-broken team. Oil and gas, money and power; the map is on the table. Civilians and soldiers…

If it won’t be found within, it won’t… —