Pride?Love?Unity?

! This post was written long ago. What you're reading is not necessarily how I feel about things in 2017. This blog was started by an 18-year-old in 2001. Please, keep that in mind before you freak out.

I am really sorry for posting this much later after writing it,but,hey,that's the only possiblity.Today I am going to talk about some of my oppinions on foreign people.No,don't get me wrong,I don't hate anybody,I just think that we all lead totally different lives.For example,some people who I've been talking to don't even know where do I live and that the country got separated in pieces long,long ago.In some lands people are still using old attlasses.Why?I came to the conclusion that people in the big and rich countries have too much national pride..like:"We've done this,we've done that..."They're listening only to their own music,eat their own food,know their own history and geography.In schools they learn how should you love your country...then why are the politicans telling that the world should look forward to globalisation?I mean,I am against total loss of your own identity,but practice what you preach,for heaven's sake!Some lands have no boundaries anymore,but I can't get into them without paying enormous money and having a guarantee that I won't stay there..ridicilous!What if I would just like to spend some good time abroad,buy stuff or just go to visit a friend?I am a total cosmpolit,I am listening to everypossible music,I watch foreign TV,I study languages,but why doesn't anybody have respect from the things that are different from my point of view?Like,I have Xmas on 7th January,we don't look at dead people at the funerals,we don't do that much things just for fun.We have your Santa Claus for the New Year,we have the Christmas tree,but who has invented the electricity that we use today?Who was the one who rised against the pressure in both world wars and who has lost one third of the population?Just think about it!

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This morning one of my mother's cousind died from a heart attack.He was 74 years old,he was living alone and he wasn't heating his flat for some strange reasons.He was living two streets from me.The police neither called us nor my aunt.We've heard it from the woman who's feeding the alley cats with me.I didn't cry.That's the third time that I am not crying after a famliy member had died.Maybe I have never been to close to them...

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