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Alexanderplatz, Berlin, BRD. <BR> <BR>East Berlin was a city built with blood, it was the forefront of a dream of millions, it was the door (one way) to paradise on earth. In this time and day it is a taboo to say that socialism is good; the reasons for this are psicologicaly profound into each individual. We have been sold (and not cheaply) the idea that all that matters is the freedom to posses, that the most valuable a human can have is the chance to go rich. Of course all of this is well known... I am not getting a thesis out of this, just wanted to remind you all. <BR> <BR>I was born in the decadent stages of a semi-socialist state. A couple of good stories on it (and other related themes) can be found on Daniel Espartaco's "El error del milenio", which is supposed to apear on educal libraries... does of you lucky enough not to live in Mexico, can google for him. So, in this semi-socialist state wellfare of the masses was an important issue. In this semi-socialist state you could live your home safely and buy price-controlled products, and come back home and watch entertaining TV. Yes, you didn't have iPods (you see.. it was paradise), or in that time you didn't have CoCo's, and no blondes were riding arround topless on convertible Porches, but the masses were happy, ignorance was being coped with, and a future of autoctonous technology was forseeable. Now this place is shit... and just mentioning social democracy (that's what it actually was) angers half of the population. <BR> <BR>-- <BR> <BR>Thank you moon for singing, I am not sure what kind of help I need.. I think I'll have to find a friend named Dessert Eagle Point Five Oh. <BR> <BR>I feel much better, for some moments. <BR>I have the childish hope that a bright future will come when I grow up. That ofcourse sucks, because I cannot focus on what's at hand. My metabolism has been altered, I think that's not that bad, loosing some weight will come good. My elbow is rapidly healing. The feeling that I am being moved arround, that I am "small pawn in the game" has not dissapeared... yet I am unable to grasp control of the situation. <BR> <BR>As was said here earlier "Que ironica resulta la existencia." <BR>Life it seems, is not without a sense or irony. <BR> <BR>We humans always want more than what we have. So sometimes, eventually, happines is not enough. <BR> <BR>I have to run, you are all welcome to a class on I-Don't-Know-What. Maye some genetic algorithms... I don't know. P203, if you know what I'm saying. <BR> <BR>Have a nice day kind reader. - Fotolog

Alexanderplatz, Berlin, BRD.

East Berlin was a city built with blood, it was the forefront of a dream of millions, it was the door (one way) to paradise on earth. In this time and day it is a taboo to say that socialism is good; the reasons for this are psicologicaly profound into each individual. We have been sold (and not cheaply) the idea that all that matters is the freedom to posses, that the most valuable a human can have is the chance to go rich. Of course all of this is well known... I am not getting a thesis out of this, just wanted to remind you all.

I was born in the decadent stages of a semi-socialist state. A couple of good stories on it (and other related themes) can be found on Daniel Espartaco's "El error del milenio", which is supposed to apear on educal libraries... does of you lucky enough not to live in Mexico, can google for him. So, in this semi-socialist state wellfare of the masses was an important issue. In this semi-socialist state you could live your home safely and buy price-controlled products, and come back home and watch entertaining TV. Yes, you didn't have iPods (you see.. it was paradise), or in that time you didn't have CoCo's, and no blondes were riding arround topless on convertible Porches, but the masses were happy, ignorance was being coped with, and a future of autoctonous technology was forseeable. Now this place is shit... and just mentioning social democracy (that's what it actually was) angers half of the population.

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Thank you moon for singing, I am not sure what kind of help I need.. I think I'll have to find a friend named Dessert Eagle Point Five Oh.

I feel much better, for some moments.
I have the childish hope that a bright future will come when I grow up. That ofcourse sucks, because I cannot focus on what's at hand. My metabolism has been altered, I think that's not that bad, loosing some weight will come good. My elbow is rapidly healing. The feeling that I am being moved arround, that I am "small pawn in the game" has not dissapeared... yet I am unable to grasp control of the situation.

As was said here earlier "Que ironica resulta la existencia."
Life it seems, is not without a sense or irony.

We humans always want more than what we have. So sometimes, eventually, happines is not enough.

I have to run, you are all welcome to a class on I-Don't-Know-What. Maye some genetic algorithms... I don't know. P203, if you know what I'm saying.

Have a nice day kind reader.

On October 24 2006 90 Views