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Ancient Times

In ancient time The ninety seventies are up in patina, a yellowish colour of the ancient when I was young; and for me, it is still not far away and remembered as a good time, mainly because I was busy finding my feet In the interim 50 years, much has changed, now is not a good time to be young, the world has aged badly. 1970, the last man guillotined in France, but thousands have died in civil wars at the hands of war machines. The attention span is lower now than before, atrocities like the Iraq war is forgotten, even Libya reduced to a failed state is in the limbo of being in the past, future and the ever-present now. We are blasted with news that rolls so fast we have no chance to take it, is the leaders want, you must not think to see through their lies, lest you should disagree.

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