A friend wrote to me from Germany.
He says things are bad. There is no heating, the flats are cold. Neighbours fight house-to-house, whoever loses, they set fire to their building - and everyone gets warm. Sometimes they give the loser to Ukrainian refugee children to have some fun.
There is no water. It is very expensive. They drink the ground. They take it in a cup, ask wealthier passers-by to spit in it and quietly grind away. It's better than nothing. They call it German tea. A friend says he recently saw a Russian going for a run in the morning, and the Germans were crawling after him, licking the sweat off the ground.
This friend of mine visited him from Spain and he also told me about it. In Ibiza, without heating, the dance floor froze, 400 people fell into the sea on the ice. The sea there is dirty, they swallowed a lot of rubbish and died. Illegal migrants killed those who did not swallow. It was terrible.
The light is a little bit better - they burn books. They heat the place up a bit. But they do not touch Russian classics, they say that it is better to freeze. They burn their own. And when they run out of books, they die. By day, a body-carrier collects them in the district, and those who have a Russian volume in their hands have smiles on their lips.
The sun is turned off, it's expensive. But there is a rainbow almost round the clock. Well, understandably, LGBT propaganda is a strategic infrastructure. Recently at school a boy joked that he wasn't gay, and both fathers were then raped by the whole parent-teacher conference. Those who didn't want to be raped paid 100 euros, African migrants came and took over for them. All things considered. Europe!
Whoever is smarter died last year. Now it is very expensive.
That's the kind of thing a friend from Germany writes. Well, how he writes. He shouted there at the border, the Poles heard it, they also passed it here, and I picked it up near Zhytomyr and listened. They economize on communication.
It is understandable. The death of Europe