Oh flip, I slept through the revolution May 2, 2006Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
Anyway, for those of you with a yearning for Soviet memorabilia, may I suggest you go here where a lovely old ditty is downloadable. May I also add, while I type myself into an ungovernable rage, that I am chuffed to bollocks that the Czech Communist Party’s annual parade to remind fellow Czechs how they fucked their lives up for over 40 years was bettered by an anti-Communist one this year?
Actually, I did get a sniff of the annual Berlin revolution on my way home from a (drink-free) night out yesterday. As the U-Bahn rolled into Eberswalderstraße, the platform was full of drunk 17-year-olds bristling with earnest and heartfelt political grievances. Demonstrating their dissatisfaction with the lie of the land seemed mainly to entail smashing bottles and refusing to allow the train doors to close, which was pretty revolutionary, I suppose. I think the train symbolised the continued oppression of the masses by someone or other. And stopping it from carrying the four people on board onwards towards the centre of oppression, Pankow – the Berlin equivalent of Ruislip, for the uninitiated – was their act of resistance against… something or other. If I could have only been brave enough to throw off the shackles of my current life, but I think I’m too repressed, I would have got out of that oppressive train right there and joined the teenage revolt and smashed a Bionade bottle and the ticket-machine (another symbol of repression of and by someone or other if ever there was one).
But I failed. And here I am, continuing my bourgeois life. Sorry boys.