Abducted from Paradise
People say how wonderful is the "west". I have not found it yet, the west. I ran from home as a little thirteen year old to the East before the Berlin wall was built. I found peace, order, and no nasty people hounding me, in the Gulag I passed the test and went to the local little Siberian village school. When I had a smattering of Russian I took the universal exam that everyone calls "The math’s exam" I got top score and after a lecture and test in communism theory where I received the highest mark I was selected by my choice to go to the institute technical pedagogic Novisibirsk. I thrived. I got married and moved into a "workers palace" where we had golden and diamond chandelier on the staircase outside my flat and a dining room that in the west only kings have.
My beautiful life ended when a nasty trickster, a British secret agent came and abducted me and tricked me to return to England "to visit my mother".
I was immediately attacked by the madmen of the west, "come and eat our poison" the sneeringly said. This luxury food made me very sick and the glitz and glitter of Oxford Street dazzled me with a gaudy shining junk.
"I want to return to Siberia" I cried "to the whispering giant fir trees, the howling and yapping of wolves, the rustle of the forest and the big brown bear with her cubs" "I want to see the snow lying along the line of trees and the big steam railway from the far east and china and those brave Russian soldiers who protect us from the Mongols and the Christian western roughnecks from over their in the land of the dancers the dancing maidens."
I hate the west with its glittering clutching jungle of shops after everything you have, they are all out to get you in the western wonderland of men and women dancing for money, prostitution, guns, drugs and religion, psychiatry and brain destruction. I just hate the west that beat the paradise of the east now paradise lost.
Chris.
24/12/2011