Yes child, enjoy your naive appreciation of life’s novelty. Soon you will grow and so will your disdain for this banal existence you once considered beautiful.
We adorn ourselves thus to mock the capitalist sacrament of annual materials exchange…
Cease your protests, the deal is done!
You are to make a fine wife for uncouth American businessman!
Drat, thwarted so close to freedom’s sweet caress… I dreamed for but a taste of the decadent west, and now my eulogy is sung by guard dogs and alarm bells.
-Pa-pa what manner of birds are they?
-Not birds my child, but vile couriers of fiery death, recite the family prayer and dream of a joyous reunion with mother.
After that act of defiance Grigor was never heard from again. And none in the company ever spoke of the incident. He was my best friend.
