SelfPub: Renegade. Page 13

I saw yet another story with his eyes rolling tears, as if he yearned for places and the world that no longer exists, and to which you cannot return.

It seems to me that one hand is good, two is better but three is already too much.

I'm afraid that we are completely bogged down in despair. We will say: "Do this. Do it." And you know what? We will perform what we ordered. We will be deprived of choice. Because the time when it was possible to change something, missed. But I believe there's a chance; that the time will come and everything will change. I want to be a part of that change.

One person cannot change anything. - I object.
- That if one person can change everything!
- You're out of your mind!

- I want to be honest with you. - Liam's voice pulls me from my thoughts.
- About what? - I am interested in.
- You know, I thought a lot... did not dare to speak... We live in a country where to eat once a day - a great success; where actions and thoughts are shot. And nobody resists, begins to struggle for something better, something we never knew. If someone started... Liam stares at me - someone Who has an unusually strong influence.

I believe that somewhere far away there is the world that we should see.

I think it's huge, and we have a way to go. But all the time...

Dad always said: keep the thoughts in my head, and words for your teeth, and don't let them escape; otherwise the life will end earlier than expected, after all, betrayed. In short: shut up, otherwise tomorrow you will be shot.

Don't know why he kept me for me to even say dangerous. Probably wants to sit with me in prison (if lucky). However, I will be the company. After all, in prison, too need someone to talk to and building plots.

Despite the danger; that the building is as reliable as the rest, I like to come here. At any moment it might collapse and bury us alive. I don't think I will be comfortable to lie under the thick heavy slabs, but this place is great. The house has a great view of the hole in the Arc, they say, look, it's what you're looking for; what you need. Freedom...

My home is hardly home. It's a broken nest that everyone is in a hurry to leave.