BAKU, Azerbaijan, June 28. Inside each
pseudo-great energy lies a primitive savagery – an instinctive urge
to search out an enemy, to scapegoat them, responsible them for its personal
failures and tragedies, as if anybody on this world could possibly be held
accountable for mindless collapses and false reigns. Russia,
scorched by its personal contradictions and a cursed sense of greatness
that has lengthy decayed into mud, attracts not geographical however
psychological borders. These boundaries aren’t discovered on maps however in
minds, slicing by means of hearts like a rusty knife, dividing folks
into “us” and “them”. Questions like who deserves love or who has
surpassed whom are left unanswered. The race for this legendary
superiority by no means ends – it’s a race with no end line, a cry of
insecurity, a relentless march in circles.
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