When we were living under the Iron curtain we dreamed about the western world and its pleasures. Day after day we imagined all the goods, the rivers of milk and honey that flowed there. At one point, 20 years ago we have been given the opportunity to touch all of this. And we were pleased.
Then, of course, came the frustration. It was nothing like we imagined it.
This is for most of the people. Not for me.
I believe this is thank to the education my parents gave me and my intelligence. They taught me how to judge. And now I think I can tell the difference between the really good, the good, the bad and the worst.
I have never had illusions that the Western world would embrace me and everything would be nice and easy. One must work hard to live well here too. And it has taken generations to build something nice. Not beautiful or perfect. Just nice.
Because I have lived on the both sides I can make the difference. On that point of view I truly appreciate the unconscious years in the communist era. Lately I often see a lot of western politicians, writers, actors, etc. crying for some sort of liberalism which reminds me socialism if it is not the socialism itself. They are deluded because they don't know what this is like and what are the consequences of the social path.
On the other hand most of the hopes for a better living among the people under the Iron curtain have drowned. The previous communist leaders are now the new capitalist. The are recycled. Their children are educated in western universities and have no political past, burdened by the legacy of their fathers. Now they are unrecognizable. That's why I am angry. Because "people" think they are capitalist and because of them they don't get all the benefits they have been hoping for. Because they don't recognize them as communist. They think of them as of imperialists that haven't brought anything good.
And there is a clash - the western world want liberalism, and the eastern one wants his past back because the new order is no good.
The revolution must be repeated.
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