About politics
I can't believe I'm writing about it... I guess I got to the point where I am more conscious that what's happening in the country's leadership affects my life more than I may think... When I was adolescent I would often hear my dad yelling at some people they were communist... "What is he talking about...?", me rolling my eyes... Why should I have cared...? In love most of my time, it was the only thing that mattered... Now it seems like I got home after a long journey, put things in order, plunged in an armchair, and find time for politics. Let's see, what's going on, what do we have here...? So, there are these forces that constantly fight, apparently, their language is often twisted, and I am following an invizible ball from one to another. History was not exactly my favorite subject; after some nostalgic era with nice pottery, cave paintings, animal husbandry, some trades, and even wars that did not seem as dramatic i...