Cherry Lord Jungle: Is it the cannon? – Personal views

And probably before, in silence, at the ruler's chair or on a wide ruler, the stars, alone or team, swelled on how to protect, how to resist the greatest enemy – people. There are numerous hours of reflection and forging state plans, created even a narrative of one's own sleep and meals.

Or, however, he should not attribute great merits in this, because that a secret weapon may already have obtained much earlier (invented) his political father; We older we remember his threats to the secret weapons, which will « make sure Zagweb » or break « Kvila Milosvd Angel ».

As it happened that in my, now more such a short life (whose lived one, 9. February 1986, I was lucky, so I was lucky, 5. Marta, fell off the plum, with a height about three Metra, and God spared me a spine because there are still plans with me – that once in life, 15. Marta, I see the unique sight of my capital, my land, my homeland, my people, his souls.

Describing that and such a shine, I don't mean the innumerable lights of the display of mobile technological miracles, woven in the glitter light lights.

And I don't know, maybe those lights were visible not only from heaven over Serbia, Heaven over Europe; If it was possible, it was raised, worse – maybe that gloss, that spark, see far from above (or hence) from space, endless universe, such as an endless human aspiration towards justice and dignity.

In my own, I said more like this in the kind of many mail – from those in the small villages, after which they followed such silence, but someone would cough, grazed with some metal, poured off to someone; This big mass was indescribable.

There is no fifteen innocent souls, early (some and too early) refugees into the sky. And not only fifteen of them. Because, I need to add (I don't know why they are now omitted them, because those victims of corruption) and eight souls that are in the most difficult) refunded into heaven from the body that were not independent. And those seven souls refers from the wreck with Elise from Surčina Njeva, and that soul takes off from the rear seat on (as far as I know, now demonted) a chargeable ramp in Doljevac …

And should not be further added, because the transition to one status defines it by the act of transition – all adds then do not make a significant difference.

The way, examples, the largest difference in the chain of command in the army, the difference between the rows and ten, and all command ranks to the general only step growth, is such a great difference between innocent and responsible for one's death. The responsible (or killer) becomes only a moment of confiscation of one life – everybody later, all the good victims are only the acts of graduating growth.

Here, after the night of a bad and runny dream (even a cat, who is most commonly in my upper arms, unusually twitched), I try to understand (understand cannot) what happened. I'm looking for the internet various shots, with more places, and I look at that shock, and (invisible) in the county of the dead (mostly young) people – as we convinced similar reactions of the frightened masses can be.

I also try to explain that sound that is heard, that chord, which is difficult to explain, which it is difficult to explain the cry of that lord jungle followed by monkeys and elephants, which brought us joys from the black and white screens of our distances of our distant childhood.

And, here, I have been trying to imagine in which (whose) heads, one could do such an idea, starting from the one so disproportionately in relation to a stocky and trim body. To determine what the measure of recklessness, madness and potential crime.

And while my Capital, I said my country, somewhere there, one's finger, someone's finger, right in the tenth minute of sad and solemns, pulled a button on the secret weapon (is the top?), Pointed in one's own people, which history since written not recorded, making such a precedent in world-scale, a precedent to mention and study not only in history but also in psychiatry.

This act, this criminal idea, needs to be qualified as the hardest crime, and an inspirer, planner and executor as the greatest criminals.

I don't know, I can't explain those eyes that I can't explain that brain (if it is in a normal function of freedoms, the streams that grow into rivers, the rivers that slumbered like clear tributary yesterday in the blurred Preston Barua.

I just know. A long time – I'm not sure exactly when – but I long ago I modestly wrote that no longer defends the government has already been damaged, and above all the Self.

And, it seems, defends yourself indefensible.

And as soon as possible, it accepted and accepted, the consequences will be less than tomorrow.

Everything has its own end.

I remember – this is, acting calm, pulp and a sleepless character, with all screens threatened: 15. Marta We will play the end!

And, was it a played end?

And for whom?

The author is a writer from Zajecar

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