Russİan Bare Movİe

I do not trust my fellow

timid do not trust when they are willing to bend your hands at the lowest threat of restrictions.


When despite his bluster and grudges and grievances of coffee, at the last minute queues are impressive to pay for holding the phone in the bank charges, to register their cell phone data.

I do not trust when they talk of overthrowing the glitch and all simply register lists Facebook and then sit with the intimate sense of who has done his part.

I do not trust them when they are witnesses of these absurd partisan alliances, knowledge and ethics that involve betrayal begin to think about who band together to receive their share.

I do not trust them when they know the emotional manipulation of the mass, still follow the game to the media and echoed the death of a girl and her mysterious circumstances and ignoring soap opera so many more terrible and alarming because they come from the powers that surround us gradually.

I do not trust those who nod their heads and deny their actions, do not trust those given chest beating and stabbing in the back.

I do not trust those who are scared to play in identifying the culprit, if the culprit is respected.

I do not trust my own mistrust, because every act of my peers I leave this sad feeling of abandonment, helplessness, frustration that all that I can put vulnerable and then I'll finish my countrymen acting as such, in order to feel protected among the flock.

Until then, this bastion of rage that leave me, I still insist that there is still a way to do something, that we have to realize that we are against a few hundred million, that there never will be wiles, laws, censorship, punishment and revenge that can stop ...

... Only until we realize. Practically