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What was easier to hijack than democracy?
“What you lose in strength, you gain in clear-sightedness. The trick is to reach the age of wisdom while you’re still strong enough to do things.”
Once again, man, in search of land, gave the plague to his fellow man in the folds of his offerings.
Within the dream of prosperity and tolerance, nothing remained of fragile democracy but the illusory right to talk shit.
It was the guard who had spoken to him during his patrols. He wouldn’t be able to do so ever again. He would no longer address him as either haj or sir. Soon he would die, like his comrades, killed before their time, young lives sacrificed on the altar of the absurd.
He went back for Staka and took the road to the village, damning in his heart the commander, his katiba, and all the murderers and warmongers prostituting God to their ends.
