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· Perspectives
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Despre Boierism: manifest si razie
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2006-07-24 | | 1971 I GREW UP IN A SMALL TOWN. The main feature of such life was the consideration towards your neighbour. For instance, I remember that everybody knew who my parents were. Going astray as a child was not a problem. In all cases a "bona fide" adult would take you back home. 1989 When I graduated from High School, the townīs population had amazingly doubled. In less than 20 years we could see the first signs of FEAR, VIOLENCE and CRIME; however, the town was still manageable. 2006 Now I live in a 2 Million Plus City, more than 150 miles from my hometown, still in the same good growing country. As the Cities (and countries) grow and prosper, we see how they "BABELIZE", people no longer know each other "the way it should be", they donīt care either ... they just donīt want to know their neighbour. Trust has been lost gradually, common effort vanishes, the community no longer works together, they leave it all to the governmentīs care. An increasing fear takes on when you see more and more people who donīt look like your Parents, donīt speak with your accent, donīt eat what you do, donīt dance your dances: - HORROR IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER - You feel invaded by hordes of opportunist aliens who come to steal like locusts the fruit of your Parentsī work and Ideals. THE FUTURE Survival of prosperous, multi-ethnical urban centers (and countries) absolutely depends on MUTUAL: - RESPECT - UNDERSTANDING and - INTEGRATION Is it impossible? I still donīt know, Iīm figuring it out...
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