Hello my friends.
I'm not a wizard or a magician, I'm just learning to be one.
Wednesday is a day for walking.
Time rushes inexorably forward, without stopping for a single second.
2 weeks ago I showed my walk on the Theater Square of our city. At that time, the square began to be decorated for the New Year. What did I see yesterday on a walk around the Square? Minimalism!
Yesterday I saw a smaller version of last year's decoration. Last year, the Central Square of our city also did not shine with decorations, but this year the city Administration tried hard to fulfill the orders of the Government of the country to minimize the celebration of the New Year. The country is in the "special military operation is underway" mode.
During my student youth, there were high ice slides on this Square on New Year's Eve and children rode them with pleasure and cheerful laughter. There were a lot of children in this place at that time and there were a lot of people. Where did all this go? Why has the New Year become a sad holiday? Politics! That's who's responsible for all this.
In Russia, politics always comes first in men's conversations or competes with conversations about women. But since 2014, politics has entered women's conversations.
Propaganda can be heard from every iron. It was like I was back in the Soviet Union again, but in a more perverted way.
I can discuss the situation in the country only with the closest people, I cannot openly say what I think.
I hear from many people that they don't have a festive mood. And he has nowhere to go, because everything around us seems dull and just shitty.
It makes me very sad to look at it! Where are our children's high slides? That's why people my age still remember the Soviet era with nostalgia and want to return it, but do not want to look to the future.
Ice rink without ice. But then why did the city Administration install it? Why did she spend taxpayers' money? Because the most important thing for officials is to report that they have "mastered the budget" and ticked off the work done. The result of the work is never needed by officials.
Last year, the media laughed that the Christmas tree was crooked and would soon fall. What has changed this year? She began to stand even more crookedly. And the Soviet red star is burning on the top of the spruce!
Well, friends, my legs told me to move on. And I decided to walk to the small park where I saw the piano last time.
This post was written specifically for participation in the contest WednesdayWalk by @tattoodjay
See you, friends, next week on Wednesday
I wish everyone happiness for life and good luck for every day.
@alechi