see tools of work in your life, like rich people didn't see.
- Richness and poverty are so close, piles of leeches between them.
It is from an ancient Chinese poem, no wonder they gave Mao.
What was somewhat funny during communism was the fact that high class were living
next to simple people, because the last ones to afford going in the same places like the
regime's protectors. There weren't places just for high class, not even separate sides...or
very few in the whole country. The communists didn't sympathize with “segregation” of
any kind. For example, the politics of minorities was exemplary...we were all hurting the
same way.
I could have departed...at certain point I had more pocket money than the children of the
millionaires. I could become cynical, exalted, degraded, with many addictions, it
happened to many of them, but...
My Trainers offered some absolutely unbelievable experiences, in a certain order, they
have precisely shaped my character, by some vectors. Not like this, not like that, but
very much and very very.
The first experience touching was like this: I was walking on the streets , in the evening,
22 p.m. It was winter, cold. Suddenly, a short person was surpassing, running as much as
he could, with robot movements, because he couldn't advance much with his small steps.
He was like the rabbit from Duracell commercial. He was wearing a quilted comb that
was a smaller size, so even running he was hardly moving.
- Kido, what's wrong with you, are you lost?
- No, sir, my mother called to pick her up, she is the cleaning lady (at an office building)
and told me she got sick. - Why didn't your father come?
- He is in prison, sir, he wanted to run to Germans.
- Why didn't she get a taxi?
- We are poor, sir...
I found out he was coming from a 3km distance neighborhood , probably he was running
for 1- 2 hours. During the cold evening, with 4-5 steps per meter , he was running to
...what? How to help his mother? Probably just caring her bag...He was about to make 2
more hours till home. I took him over my shoulders, I took him there and because of the
heat he collapsed like a bag of potatoes from exhaustion. I called a taxi, I took them
where they were living, they refused some money, as a donation.. Since than I haven't
felt rage, envy, arrogance and the indifference is causing huge repulsion. Compassion