Death of the Nation

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Ancient notions of fate as an absolute force

January 20, 2005: on that day the nation died. I found myself crushed by reality. The bureaucracy I conceived turned against me. I contrived to purge my mind of all human hope in this Hellish place. The nation’s Capital had been transformed into a mighty walled fortress, armed to the teeth, locked-down, swept- clean – all joy had been strangled. On any suspicion, they would pounce with the stealth of a wild beast, eyes wide, filled with a dreadful fear.