"The freedom of expression, to think didn't exist...same thing for the freedom of movements.
Each of our movements were controlled by a surveillance system and an omnipresent militia. As soos as a person tried to rebel, the militia caught him, brought him down to the ground and fired a bullet in the head, just under our eyes. It had to exemplify us. This made us understand that the just cause for which we fought, was a waste of time. And then, there were already enough executions so that the message is inked into our spirits.
Before the dictatorship began, London was full of life. Streets swarmed with inhabitants, there were parks with much greenery, boats on the Thames, smiles on people's faces. The sky was of an incredible clarity just like the water of the Thames. 8,7 million people lived here. Now, look at this place, it's a ghost town. Three quarters of the houses and buildings were completely destroyed. All the vegetation of other time is only a heep of ash on the grass darkened by the fire today. Now the Thames become a black, extremely toxic river and which releases a foul smell. It has been quite a while since the sun left London, supressed by these dark and threatening clouds, taken out of hell.
And all of that because of this gigantic monster grumbling non-stop and which throws up his dark, ardent and stinking matter straight ahead in the Thames.
I worked myself in this monster, as all of the surviving men of the blitzkrieg which transformed London into a real no-man's-land. The saddest in this situation, it's the fact that we contribute indirectly to our death, how ? By making ourselves the weapons which served to kill us for the slightest false move."
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