I write this in the spring holiday season. Our thanks to the authorities for the permission they allow us to leave the house in which we live, the people in which we live or the province in which we live. What is known is that from now on the holidays will be as they are.

The first time I heard it said that the world was becoming a concentration camp, I thought it was an exaggerated comparison. Now, no. We are living in the same logic of control in which the enormous prairies of the 20th century were built. Of course, not only in their dimensions (and, therefore, without noticing), but also in the technologies they use, the field designers have taken a few steps further and have given a new grip to the terrible.

Under the suspicion that they were carrying immigrants looking at the boats that traveled the Italian coasts, they came to see me the ships that in the Middle Ages traveled the European rivers ... I write this down the days we are passing from Erik to Ero.

For a few days, the doors of the field have been half-opened... for the coming virus outbreaks, we are being prepared for new restrictive measures and arbitrary rules. There are still friends who believe that one day this bad dream will end. It is not my opinion; we have been subjected to life-threatening punishment for the existence of waves, phases, fears and sadness.

The machine has proposed a mission to crush everything that has life, to cook what serves you and to burn and calcinate what doesn't serve you. We could talk about that machine, about life, about death... like hammers nails, they just tell us about the number of positives and the lack of accountability of the citizens.

Those responsible for the experiment may be satisfied. Most people abandon their bodies and their minds, either completely or by necessity, at their hands. Strong, it is understood, because they are convinced that they will leave the game with renewed forces. But the weak ...

The first time I heard the laboratory chiefs, whatever they may be, that elites remember the massacre of one billion human beings, I didn't see any color. It's hard to imagine cruelty to that point. If we don't see each other with our own eyes...

With powers of action, of relationship and of intelligence, we arrived very slowly in the spring of last year. Since then it has been shown that we have little defence. Sickness and evil have a free path.

We are still alarmed by the voices of doctors, politicians, journalists asking for more vaccines, more controls. We continue to see with our hearts the hands of the teachers who make their students enjoy a haze. Do you think you are dealing with the benefits of those in your charge? You might also think that you don't want to lose your seat on the surviving train, or that you want to buy a ticket for that train. It seems that they have come very thin to those seats, so the victims' gemids, which can be very close or dear.

I do not know if all these professionals should be reproached, because there are also victims. And yet, every time I see a friend on the way to vaccination, masking a child, silencing an opinion, I can't help it, I've got my eyes on them.

This is the plan for the future that is being drawn upon health: improving good grains (foam), letting bad grains die (garbage), or causing them to die.

The poor suspect that, in order to live, it is better to be led by that machine. However, it remains trapped in small machines such as the smartphone that makes it increase some of its powers (or powers), but that make it decrease its capacity (or power). However, it is the same machines that, as a matter of urgency and manifest, largely disperse their spirit (the force of mind, memory, reflection) and their close relationships, and impede action.

To the poor, that is to say to most of the men that we want to be left in peace, things between friends, between friends, between friends, between people, and we would have no choice but to do things with art.

Waiting for something that is not yet named...