But new life is real. It does not have that false, not rooted in reality sense of security, it does not have room for that naive belief in social norms and abstract concepts like “civilized argument”. There’s no place for games in this life. Everything is serious from now on. Here they don’t waste time trying to convince you here—they punch you in the face and watch you spit out your convictions with blood. It is life that newspapers and TV scream about every day—life with violence, dirt and blood. With ice-cold water and the cold stone of hands, indifferently drowning a kicking and screaming human being. A life where disobedience to power is a crime that leads inevitably to a swift grave payback. This life isn’t new—it has always existed. Only until today it was somewhere far, far away—in a different country, in a different neighborhood, in a different house. It was someone else’s life.
When it’s not about you—it’s always far, far away. But this time it’s about you. And so this life is the only reality.