In his name and for you
Life is an unquestionable necessity, but here and now in the black city, the dead live. It is their habit to live in vain. The value of their living is zero; which they are used to. Birth and death, customs and the passing of days are their rituals; Oh my God ! How sad it is to be so worthless. Their pride is their wealth and their honor is to defend their cubs. They tear and blood-sprinkling is their defense custom. Extremely pitiful and extremely cruel creatures.
It is enough that you are an observer and I…
And this story continues… stay with me.
Moment 33
