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cats and dogs (egypt)

i don't know the specific reason why i feel so conscientious about how much cash i consume these days.. l'argent, people, is occuping every single tiny aspect of our lives... i feel that at one point, i am going to starve my cat, "okay kitty, you should empathize with your fellows in the streets... no milk today, just stale bread."

what is going on with me these days occurs sometimes, as a direct consequence of our economic crisis... do we want to know if it is for sure that we are experiencing terrible times? media lies as much as the government, forget about both... just look at the street cats and dogs... pack of bones, honestly. there is no more food in the garbage... and if there is any, still our animals are getting to be vegeterians... this is not just a joke about cats and dogs, though it is still funny that all those intimidating, high-ranked people and all their planned trials and back-up plans, from plan A to plan Z , all these have not succeeded to show or hide the truth -depending on to which party they belong-, while a bunch of hungry beasts made it crystal clear, better than the wittiest politician...

i am not the least interested in politics or economy, and i have heard people go blue in the face speaking of these, not that i wanted to hear, but because i have no "room of my own", in a virginia woolf-ed sense.... but what happened is, those skeleton cats and dogs are too obvious to ignore... 

if there is any act to be done, let it be fast... just so.... today cats, tomorrow our children, the next we perish...