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Probably I am an ordinary middle-class 
believer in individual rights, the word 
"freedom" is simple to me, it doesn't mean 
the freedom of any class in particular. 
Politically naive, with an average 
education (brief moments of clear vision 
are its main nourishment), I remember 
the blazing appeal of that fire which parches 
the lips of the thirsty crowd and burns 
books and chars the skin of cities. I used to sing 
those songs and I know how great it is 
to run with others; later, by myself, 
with the taste of ashes in my mouth, I heard 
the lie's ironic voice and the choir screaming 
and when I touched my head I could feel 
the arched skull of my country, its hard edge.
  

Translated by Renata Gorczynski 

Added: 25 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 8 Nov 2009 3:47 AM | Viewed: 6871 times

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