20 Years ago

At this day. The communism just got down. Like this – click. It was a happy day – didn’t believe it first. It seemed that it is there forever. No signs of falling and freedom. Some ecological demonstrations, after that out teacher of perspective named us fachists…
I was with my teachers at the academy, when they told me at the lunch – it seems that the dictator is down. We got drunk. It marked the beginning of 2 Years, that I’ve spent on the barricades, drawing posters, organizing strikes, meetings, occupations, and even participating in a really violent act of attacking a governmental building, fire on it, excited in an anarchistic drunkenness from the sudden freedom. Who needed art in those days – instead of painting models of old women and naked models, I was painting posters, and slogans for demonstrations, and spending my year on the streets with the lumpen proletariat of the marginals and all time losers. The beautiful times of the holly freedom, when You can see a cop, or Your boss, or Your teacher, or any authorities on the street, and to pee on his shoes and tell him that You just fucked his sister, and he would say – thank You. Henry David Thoreau was my writer, and everything was pure excitement. 20 Years ago. All the important happenings in my life happens in November. The fall of the communism, my daughter was born in November, I first met my wife in November. My film is going to be finished in November… I love Novembers!