After an elongated period of economic deprivation; and human rights expropriation; by the reds; I accumulated enough strength; and courage to turn over the sandglass, and try to locate the relief valve from the autoclavic realm. Those were the times when humans lost the pecking order to the reds, and as such, over eight thousand tormented days followed.

There were no times for personal manners when it came to sustaining a life in which everything was rationed out like an army battalion heading to the battlefield. It was a battleground where survival fought hunger toothpick versus bayonet. At any rate, postulation that the reds’ autoclavic realm wouldn't embrace a certain future; wasn't a grueling discovery. Hence, everyone was plucking the reds-ruined enterprises; while the reds were displuming everyone as a token o...