A lot of smoke rose from the hospital building. A

.A lot of smoke rose from the hospital building.A
lot of smoke rose from the hospital
building From the directions of the firefighters, many kilometers were stuck up the road
. I didn't wait any longer. I started moving north, through the forests, towards the hiding
place I wondered about the future. Where am I headed?  Not to the newspapers, not to the TV, not to the beach
With the exposed tanned
breasts. Before a long and quiet journey in my ears, I stopped a few kilometers from a city near the border
. The border of the state is the border of dictatorship. A Cover for the Appearance of a Free
State I kept moving along the border
. A kilometer later, I felt distant from the action
. I live alone and think about life. Movement after movement I recreate the act
A barrel of fuel, a nail barrier, a box of matches. You don't need more than the things I  had and the fuel
truck In the
parking lot I performed like a soldier. I didn't care about people who were imprisoned in the fire, not about the building that was built from the dirty money  of the gentiles
A beautiful view stretches out in front of my eyes. Long kilometers of road. That's how it always
feels Others will not be helped by the certificates, not the salaries, not the beautiful offices. Everything was on fire, including their
bodies Liars didn't survive.
The morning after: I wake up from a deep sleep. Breakfast is waiting for me. I started living
I continued with a beer and a cigarette. You don't need any more. Civilization has created a surplus. Beer was even more than 2000  years
ago I kept wondering what it was worth in progress
. I need a lot in life: food, drink, and feeling good
. A sheet of paper is visible from the bag. A series of writings that need publication
I continued the journey
. Another operation and I finish the mission. I organized the materials. The fuel truck refuels on a certain day at a fixed
time I have a remote control in my pocket. I observe the building from a bush on  the nearby
dome Short press. I'm not hesitating. The place is gone. It wasn't.
Ni gets up slowly from the bush, moving north. Since then, I don't worry anymore. It turned out that everything works out in life
I sat in the car next to the building. I have a submachine gun, 36 bullets in my cartridge,
A single hand grenade. I'm not hesitating. The building's window is on the ground
floor I point the rifle at the manager and shoot. I fired the other bullets in the direction of the crew
members The grenade was left in the ward. With a quick run, I run out of the building
The building is on fire. I didn't remember the incident anymore. Since then I have really started living