SEQUEL

I hate every coming in that Office.
When I came back in my Office the officeline rings.The manager's assistent call me for a meeting,at six p.m.,after the programme.Trying to continue my breaking off work my thoughtswere sliding to the past...
Looking in the past,I can divide these last thirty years in almost three equal parts:the first one was The Collapse Of The Stalin's Communism;the second one was The Human Appearance Socialism and the third one,we are living now,The Nearly Putrid Socialism.
In the first part of communism my grandparets(from father)died or were killed,it was a permanent question for me and I didn't succeed to know much more about that facts.My grandfather was a School Manager which communists put down as a kulak,my father must hide fifteen years because he was pilot on bombing planes toghether with germans against the russians in The Second World War.This wellkept secret was buried with my father in his tomb.In the second part,the communism became relaxed,political prisoners were released(those who survived)and live was good at all.Obviously it wasn't freedom but we can live.Until now,the third part of communism was more and more difficult for us,especially because of lack of ordinary rights and a lot of privations(foods,energy,and others...).
I try again to work as usual but my thoughts slides to socialist agriculture...Every autumn we were taken to work as peasants...it doesn't matter that we were higher qualified specialists in civil engineering or architecture with almost twenty years of education and studies...at least I was sick and tired...from the seventh class till now...every autumn in agriculture.This year me and some colleagues set up a little strike,stopping work,and the result was that one:few days later we were punished with diminution of our wages for a month and a severe warning from Communist Party Organization.