Winter - Jevgenyij Griskovec

When I first read this piece, I wondered what would happen if I found myself in a situation where I had nothing. Just nothing. The cold, the frost, and still trusting someone to tell me what and how to be. But in the end, we're all alone anyway. Man dies alone. The only question for me is with what feelings, what thoughts. To whom do we pray? God, Woman, Man, Santa Claus, Jesus? While above our heads powerful people decide whether to wage war, cut or increase our spending, love, kill, die, think, tax. I don't want that. I want to shout, excuse me...