Tuesday, March 01, 1994

by Igor Bärtolech

What kind of sick joke is this? War…. I’m close to the edge. There’s no money for basic stuff. The electricity is so expensive that most of us can’t pay it. Even with this price soon there will be restrictions up to 16 hrs. The hate and nationalism raging. I live no long time in this dread. I forgot everything else. After 5 years of “working in overdrive” my brain start to make errors. My body decay. I’m unable to function normally. Most of the people here are on drugs or drinking. Or both. Life here is dangerous mixture of depression, apathy, fear and boredom. Who opened the door to nowhere????