the war

Now we seemed like nothing has happened. Were are eating, working, looking at the sexy girls pictures, laughing... like nothing has happened. We were sitting at nice cafe drinking mohito and capuchino. Now I`m happy I can sleep at least, cause i`m sick. Completement malade.

It doesn`t matter who was the first. The politics decided for us. The silly war
I was anxious. I`ve read all the news in CNN and newsru.com. Russian TV was the shameful rubbish heap. I couldn`t sleap in spite of Marika and other georgian friends were in USA. It wasn` t any security threat to them and to me too. But I felt defenseless in my small stony box. I`ve scared. I saw a nightemares: the Fratricide, an Uproar and the Flood.
Before the last day I saw the real nightmare: UFOs in the sky. I was walking along the street after the workday: 20 red and yellow lights flyed fastly throw the sky, firm of purpose and indifferent to anybody.
And I`ve realized that the war is not mine. But I am responsible for everything.
We`ve chosen the hell. Because we are the hell ourselves.

I`m sick and I don`t know what to do next.