It' s a confession.

May Day is a strategic propaganda of communists to make dear the large proportions of population who were workers in Europe in the 18th century. When I was young, I too was largely influenced by the communism philosophy. Well, I am still influenced by its expectations about the ends. But I believe today that the entire philosophy about the means are falsely guided. Marxism is incomplete, and its ways are against the nature of Homo sapiens and their evolutions. I still salute Marx and Engels for their Communist Manifesto. I respect their boldness. I salute Lenin, Stalin and Che Guevara (but not Mao, because he was just a lucky name and nothing more to me). Without revolution, world cannot change drastically. But as Communists claim religion is drugs, I claim communism is a far stronger drugs too.

If I still sound communist sometimes, I believe it is so because I feel the need of drastic change. And because I understand communism very differently. Being a worker myself for ten hours a day, I don’t imagine myself being into politics. And people don’t like politics. And I don’t like politics either. And so I remain a worker myself. When I am doing so, I am surrendering my future and my children’s future to somebody else, who is not a worker and who don’t understand my standing ground.

‘What to do about it?’ is always a question that taunts me every morning and every night. I don’t want to get into politics. I don’t want to surrender my fate and my children’s fate. What is there to me except always a cigarette in my hand and its smoke-dark in my brain. I am a miser. Truly I am.