Tuesday Morning, 3 a.m. "Death to democracy!" "Where are any radical parties?" "Answer me! Answer me!" It’s not that much unusual to get woken up in the dead of the night by a guy who braced himself with a few merry drinks and now feels like shouting his truth to the world. But the urgency and political bent of this one stands out. "You let others shit on your heads!" "Stupid sheep!" "Will anybody answer me?" The guy sounds genuinely hurt. Such desperation in his words that it seems he will break into tears at every moment. And all he gets as an answer is overwhelming silence. A few windows are indignantly closed, good folks being annoyed that somebody disturbs them from their peaceful rest. "Stupid sheep!" "This fucking loony bin..." "I’m waiting for you! I’m waiting for you!! ... ANSWER ME!" Angry kick resounds through the neighbourhood. And then silence. The guy has given up his struggle with the injustices of life. One more radical idealist crushed by the indifferent universe. Or one more drunk who finally got tired and succumbed into the arms of merciful sleep... A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation." (Stephen Crane) © Zuzana