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RE: Surrealism, Part II - Zero humanity

Speechless…

I want to say so many things, but I’m… speechless.

Cruel, cruel people.

I also keep thinking that maybe you haven’t been conditioned to this yet — My husband often says that by now one should be conditioned to this — that realization is supposed to protect us. Maybe it does, for some.
But people like you and me… we don’t get conditioned. We notice. We feel. We question. And that, apparently, is the real problem.

Plain cruelty... And even crueler systems, because this isn’t just negligence, it’s normalization of inhumanity.

Kafka would have felt at home here — except this isn’t fiction...

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There were nights during that month when I lay there trying to sleep but I was actually overthinking what had happened and trying to find a way out of the situation - how to get the results of this test. It even occurred to me to look for some kind of service group in the capital where someone, for a fee, would do this for me, but I actually couldn't find such a group. And because of the impossibility of finding a solution, I started asking this question: how is all this possible? How could someone lie to a person in need? I hate lying and I don't understand it as a way of life. And whether you lie to a person you know or a stranger doesn't change the degree of guilt. And when this comes from a person, from people who are supposed, given their profession, to be human, the situation takes on a monstrous face.
How is this possible? I'm not even going to touch on the fact that we are in the 21st century, we are part of the European Union, and soon the Eurozone, and we are doing laboratory tests in waterlogged basements and giving results only on a piece of paper, not online. It's really about the essence of human nature and the lack of humanity. And if I'm conditioned to it, then I have to accept all of this, and I can't. I know it's like that, I realize it, but every time it puzzles me, every time it's an occasion to write about it. And every time someone does a small kindness, I'm on the wings of happiness, because it's unexpected for me.
Well, apparently I'm not conditioned to the goodness either, because it almost doesn't exist anymore.🤔
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