Post by Aglrinia on May 30, 2018 21:13:48 GMT
It’s my 34th birthday today…Well, I guess technically it’s my 60th, but we don’t really go by those years anymore. When the party took over they seemed to think that resetting the clocks would make people forget their old lives a little more quickly. I can’t quite say its worked for myself, but I reckon there are enough people out there it has worked on or who would just rather forget. It is funny being in a place where the oldest anyone can be is 34, though. Hell, I’d just about do anything they wanted to actually be 34 again. I guess I do just about anything they want anyway. It’s easier that way, y’know, keeps them off your back and off the back of your family. I’d wager that families are the main reason that nobody bothers stepping out of line.
People used to step out of line a lot more frequently back in the day. The word “dissident” was thrown around to describe them quite a bit, although I can’t say I’m too sure how accurate their meaning of the word was. I can’t say that I ever believed much of what Sima had to say about the democrats, but I knew better than to say something and have my head chopped off. They would always carry around those damned machetes and were just looking for a reason to use them. That wasn’t for me, I had a wife to worry about and I with women not being allowed to leave the house very much anymore I know that it’s better to stick around. I can’t say the work, or the churches do as much for my soul as the party likes to say it does, but at least it keeps the boredom away. My boss, Mr.Gentry, is nice enough and us workers get paid fairly well at his factory. The hours are long and its been particularly hard on my lungs, though I need to keep saving up. Alyona needs the money after I’m gone if she’s gonna survive. Pyotr will take care of her the best that he can but that’s no amount of pressure to put on someone his age.
I am thankful to God, be it the one they keep talking about or any other, that I never brought a daughter into this world. Alyona used to love the beach. We’d go almost every weekend to sunbathe, pick fruits, and do just about anything you can imagine. It pains me to think of her now, covered head to toe in those white garments, never able to feel the sun on her skin. Of course, we could see the times and politics changing, but I never quite expected something like this.
That economic crash is what really must have set it off. Money was certainly tight for us, but it was a lot worse for a hell of a lot of people. I don’t really remember the democrats treating us as poorly as they say or the foreigners that apparently brought the markets crumbling down, but I suppose I was never too focused on politics. It seems that enough people my age think its true that it would be damned near impossible for it to never have happened. The last decade or two has been pretty peaceful, I’ll give the party that, but there certainly are a fair number of folks that seem to go missing. I don’t know if they fled or were taken, but it certainly isn’t something I would bother sticking my neck out to find out. There’s a lot of talk about crusades now, though, and all I can do is pray that Pyotr doesn’t get called up to serve. He’s only 17, a couple of years off from when they usually make the boys serve, but I can’t imagine the party would have too many qualms about initiating a draft for boys his age. His mama doesn’t really have too much to brighten her day other than that boy. I love him, of course, but not in the same way Alyona does. I can’t imagine what seeing him go or never having him come back would do to her soul.
People used to step out of line a lot more frequently back in the day. The word “dissident” was thrown around to describe them quite a bit, although I can’t say I’m too sure how accurate their meaning of the word was. I can’t say that I ever believed much of what Sima had to say about the democrats, but I knew better than to say something and have my head chopped off. They would always carry around those damned machetes and were just looking for a reason to use them. That wasn’t for me, I had a wife to worry about and I with women not being allowed to leave the house very much anymore I know that it’s better to stick around. I can’t say the work, or the churches do as much for my soul as the party likes to say it does, but at least it keeps the boredom away. My boss, Mr.Gentry, is nice enough and us workers get paid fairly well at his factory. The hours are long and its been particularly hard on my lungs, though I need to keep saving up. Alyona needs the money after I’m gone if she’s gonna survive. Pyotr will take care of her the best that he can but that’s no amount of pressure to put on someone his age.
I am thankful to God, be it the one they keep talking about or any other, that I never brought a daughter into this world. Alyona used to love the beach. We’d go almost every weekend to sunbathe, pick fruits, and do just about anything you can imagine. It pains me to think of her now, covered head to toe in those white garments, never able to feel the sun on her skin. Of course, we could see the times and politics changing, but I never quite expected something like this.
That economic crash is what really must have set it off. Money was certainly tight for us, but it was a lot worse for a hell of a lot of people. I don’t really remember the democrats treating us as poorly as they say or the foreigners that apparently brought the markets crumbling down, but I suppose I was never too focused on politics. It seems that enough people my age think its true that it would be damned near impossible for it to never have happened. The last decade or two has been pretty peaceful, I’ll give the party that, but there certainly are a fair number of folks that seem to go missing. I don’t know if they fled or were taken, but it certainly isn’t something I would bother sticking my neck out to find out. There’s a lot of talk about crusades now, though, and all I can do is pray that Pyotr doesn’t get called up to serve. He’s only 17, a couple of years off from when they usually make the boys serve, but I can’t imagine the party would have too many qualms about initiating a draft for boys his age. His mama doesn’t really have too much to brighten her day other than that boy. I love him, of course, but not in the same way Alyona does. I can’t imagine what seeing him go or never having him come back would do to her soul.