the lost pages of the traveller’s christmas journal (the finale)
Egypt, The Last of the Lost Pages, One for the Ages
In Egypt, robberies, shootings and deaths peak on Christmas due to the deadly regime imposed by government officials working with the Orthodox Church.
Christmas starts on the 7th of January here, they call this regime Advent and it’s in place for 40 days. People are forced for 40 days not to eat, drink, and leave their houses or shower.
This used to be a voluntary activity until the officials declared this compulsory in every household, a sickening form of dictatorship.
No freedom, no rights and especially no privacy. The Egyptians were under constant surveillance.
“Surely, you could sneak in food in your homes, they would never know.”
“Of course they will know! I saw my neighbour and his family shot in front of my own eyes, they know, they see all.”
The resistance are a group of rebellions trying to fight this order by using crime. They break into stores and shoot soldiers in the gentle passing of silence in Egypt.
Most of them are dead now; the resistance were no match for the force, no match for this heartlessness.
The dead bodies are placed inside the pyramids, as a reminder at the end of Advent, Egyptians are shown as an example what happens if orders of the President is refused.
As I was leaving Egypt, I passed by Tahrir Square in Cairo where the new resistance was taking place, hordes of brave Egyptians protesting their rights for a better life. I didn’t stay long as the horror was about to explode into a bloodbath of human tragedy. The military dressed ready for war destroyed the uprising one by one, the bullets flew from all corners, battens released hitting the face like a baseball and women stripped and beaten to death.
This is the last of the lost pages of my journal entries, I hope they never see the light of day as if these events would still occur in a world that seems educated and more developed means this could have been, might have been a delusion of the past.
In fact, nothing has changed, if we took a picture from a long time ago, our souls have remained unchanged, but the scene is different. We’ll remain alive for the time being, but not for long.
Before the end of my trip from The North Pole, you know, the northernmost point on Earth where everything has remained pure, I wrote a letter to Santa Claus about my Lost Pages, he replied back and from his reply I knew all hope was lost.
(the end.)
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