You wake up at the sound of speakers shouting the discourse of The Leader in the street, like all mornings. You get up, without any energy or motivation. You know there is no hope anymore. Your father fought for The Party agaisnt the liberals and the reds. You are now slave of The Party. Everything different doesn't exist anymore. It was erased. And what couldn't be erased is hiding.

Your father believed that once the ennemy would be dead, a new era of prosperity would emerge. It didn't happen. People are more poor than ever.

You start dressing yourself. The trend is military. As always. You get out in the street, and you look at the flags. They were changed from the old country flag. Now is added to it the symbol of The Party. A soldier pass in front of you, and you salute.

If you don't salute, the consequences can be dire.

You look toward the direction of the factory you work in. Will you go? You don't have much choice.