In Moscow metro as you slowly drift up or down a long escalator along with a recorded announcement that tells you to report all the drunks and beggars, you hear messages of moral contents. A deep male voice tells you to be kind and tolerant to people, respectful to elders and the environment. He even tells you that love for your country begins with love for your family.
Just as the ‘Metro God’ tells me how to live my life as not to be ashamed of myself, what is happening around is the very opposite of it, rudeness, nationalistic swearing, disregard for those around you and spit on the floor, making it all look like a joke. And perhaps in this theatre of absurd we are someone’s merry entertainment.
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