For today I decided to write in english. Why? Because of the theme of the week. It's great opportunity to write this text in other language. And because I hate that signs, names of shops and restaurants etc. in other languages in Prague. We are great ass climbers. Don't we? Our language are diying, slowly but steadily.
For me last weekend was ordinary like the others. I don't like to focus on news in television or on internet. I don't watch news at all. But it came to me like a clear shot from elite hit man. It was everywhere. This message clearly rape me. The attack was hard and dirty. You can't hide from it. It's everywhere.
I don't like this kind of celebration of anniversary which we has had. People was like overexcited hornets. Just for these days . It's like somebody all time all day telling you what to do and when to do it...
I hate when somebody tells me what I should do and when. We were celebrating hundred years of our republic. But why? What we were celebrating? In what we should be proud of? It's rather sad than whatever else. We dont make it like a nation like a group of proud humans, not citizens. We are like the cheapest slut . Where the wind blow we turn our heads. Who give us more...there is nothing to be celebrate. But there is lot of for crying...I remember when I was in firs class in my elementary school. I had to write and make some small book about T.G.Masaryk. My mom make this for me, and i came home whit great mark. The teacher new that i don't make it but the mark was there. I don't understand it till these days. I don't remember what my mom write to that tiny books, but i remember that on first page was Masaryk with his beautiful horse. This photo is in my opinion the most known photo of this man. I just take my children scissors and cut out pictures from news papers. This was my part of this job. I don't know what to think about this man, but he has something what todays man doesn't have. I mean man in politics. They don't have pride. Even when we are just humans and make a bunch of mistakes, we should be proud but not for our republic or our slut nature, but for our attitude and for making decisions which are made from the bottom of our souls and our best conscience and knowledge.
And of course we have sorrowfully short memory....because if we don't, everything would be different. We are the proof.
I don't know what else to write about this. I hate how it's look and how we are enslaved to the laws artificially established by other people. We are prepared to be slaughter like animals . And somewhere faraway i hear the sad sound of little whistle.
And sorry for my english and obligatory chaos. I used to read or watch in english, but not write ...maybe little practise will help.) So be kind
I don't want to translate it...It would be far from the bottom message of these small text about nothing.
Je suis responsable de ma rose...répéta le petit prince, afin de souvenir.....(le petite prince)