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The poor became happy. And they Cambodia Telegram Number Data continued to crawl forward, but after a while they returned to being poorer than before. Then they took their Wrath, bottled it up and went to sell it. It was bought by the rich: the rich who in life had felt hot, angry, who had had a headache, but who had never experienced real Anger. Thus, they bought it from the poor who had it in bulk, and paid well. The poor were happy and crawled a little further. But a little time was enough and they returned to being poor again. Then they sold everything: revolt, disobedience, music, words, literature, memory, class consciousness, violence, everything was sold! And the rich accumulated.
In their wineries they now had thousands, millions of bottles. Next to the best quality wines, there were bottles in which was the whole culture of the poor, their mullah, the power of the revolutionaries, the anger of the manual workers, the pain from the injustices, etc., etc. Ehee, those bottles... In the cellars of the rich, there was now everything; pride, determination, amazement and wonder, even indignation and misery, were already locked away there. All well and good, until… Until a few generations later, the poor had sold everything. They became so poor that they took their Poverty, bottled it, and went to sell it. It was bought by the rich, who wanted to feel so rich that they could own the misery of the poor.
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In their wineries they now had thousands, millions of bottles. Next to the best quality wines, there were bottles in which was the whole culture of the poor, their mullah, the power of the revolutionaries, the anger of the manual workers, the pain from the injustices, etc., etc. Ehee, those bottles... In the cellars of the rich, there was now everything; pride, determination, amazement and wonder, even indignation and misery, were already locked away there. All well and good, until… Until a few generations later, the poor had sold everything. They became so poor that they took their Poverty, bottled it, and went to sell it. It was bought by the rich, who wanted to feel so rich that they could own the misery of the poor.