There have been (many of) “us” behind you, indeed. Us, a nation full of rebels with uncharted rationality. We have torn someone else’s dream for ours, not yours. Us. We pushed you there, separated, not anymore as part of us. But you, you have to hold on to that; the game is, you cannot kill, kidnap, silent, starve, forget, or lie; and when you’re in despair, so close to the edge of your sanity, think about our brutal fate amidst our timid politeness, not your lovely wife. Now, I wish nothing but a good luck to all of us, and, you ‘Pak, don’t even try to swap our dreams with any of those charm-based delusions.
- one from 250 million faces