No Revolution To Day

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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The Failed Revolution In my childhood`s town, there was on top of a five-storey building a neon sign "Jesus Saves, " I asked the mother what Jesus saves. Souls, she said, without looking up, she was reading the communist manifesto at the time, dreaming of the day when workers would be the new upper class. Mother tried to immigrate to the Soviet Union but was turned down, she had no skills other to but sardines in a tin. Mother made rice pudding that day, and I was allowed to scrape the brown sticky residue in the pot. A famous capitalist sits in jail somewhere in Siberia, but is allowed to be in contact with the world via the internet protesting his innocence; he was not stealing oil from his own company. No, there is no revolution in Russia.

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