My childhood was in the 50s … War was only one game all boys were playing. We carved guns out of piece of wood, but if we did not have one, a stick or a finger worked fine, too. We were shooting the Nazi and we were heroically dying, like in all those movies about the war that we loved to watch so much. Actually, practically all movies were about the war...
We were born too late for the glory. The war was over and we missed our chance to become heroes. Soviet Union has won, and the routine of life offered little excitement.
We were playing outside after school, and nobody was watching us. We were going to ski in the forest in winter and to pick mushrooms in summer, and our parents did not worry about us. We did not have a lot of things we have now, we made wooden toys, but we were happy kids.
We knew that life was getting only better, and we were longing for that…
Fast forward… and fast forward again, and look at the world today. There is war in every freaking corner. This is the 21st century and people keep killing each other… Bigger and bigger chunk of world’s wealth goes to mere security… We create long lines at the airports, because someone has to check what we carry. We have to remove our belts when we walk into a courthouse…
I remember times when you could carry anything and everything, that fit the space…
We thought that if the passenger was on a plane, we were safe. Who would blow themselves up? And now we see people born and raised in America blowing themselves up …
What has happened to us?
Why is our time machine seems to be so broken?
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