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There are just a few lives that I lived and remember.
The world war made everything turn grey. The fog got everywhere and you couldn't outrun the smell of death. I was walking on somewhat empty street in early evening. My serious expression turned pleasant when I recognized a face that was coming from the right. Soon I got confused by the hateful matter I was being looked at. Within seconds he pulled out his gun and shot without hesitation. Bullet pierced through my neck; and as I was falling down backwards I kept thinking "Why?" Then it all went black. My throat was never the same again. Just like that we're forced to leave, unwanted guests.
My eyes were closed; felt the heat and dry land, but there was something fresh about it, in the evening time. Chanting was heard, I recognized the words but they have no meaning to me now. I opened my eyelids slowly, the landscape of the desert appeared. I was standing on a cliff; the crowd of people below, all turned the same way, all bowing to the sun. Was I the leader of those people or not doesn't matter. We praised the sun for its good deeds. Now the image which we praise is different; the same image praised over and over by differently named religions. In truth; the only church is under the wide open sky.
The world war made everything turn grey. The fog got everywhere and you couldn't outrun the smell of death. I was walking on somewhat empty street in early evening. My serious expression turned pleasant when I recognized a face that was coming from the right. Soon I got confused by the hateful matter I was being looked at. Within seconds he pulled out his gun and shot without hesitation. Bullet pierced through my neck; and as I was falling down backwards I kept thinking "Why?" Then it all went black. My throat was never the same again. Just like that we're forced to leave, unwanted guests.
My eyes were closed; felt the heat and dry land, but there was something fresh about it, in the evening time. Chanting was heard, I recognized the words but they have no meaning to me now. I opened my eyelids slowly, the landscape of the desert appeared. I was standing on a cliff; the crowd of people below, all turned the same way, all bowing to the sun. Was I the leader of those people or not doesn't matter. We praised the sun for its good deeds. Now the image which we praise is different; the same image praised over and over by differently named religions. In truth; the only church is under the wide open sky.
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Natasa, this is really impressive. Brilliant, even. 
The first paragraph is truly chilling...indeed like "dream logic"; nightmarish. The last line is amazing; I couldn't think of more powerful, poetic "punctuation" - as is the last line of paragraph 2. I mean, the whole piece is just amazing. If I didn't know otherwise, no way I'd think this was by an "amateur". The sentences and idea changes feel completely unrestricted and seem to move as gracefully as free flowing water - which is all the more impressive considering the amount of serious metaphors in the piece (which also applies to Pts. 1-3). This and the others are beautifully constructed and I could sit for hours reading different ones. You may have just invented the art of the "two paragraph 'story'", since each is complete and extremely fulfilling on its own. That being said (and to answer your previous question), I really can't make the "connection" between the 4 parts - at least in the way you seem to suggest a connection. But give me time. 
The first paragraph is truly chilling...indeed like "dream logic"; nightmarish. The last line is amazing; I couldn't think of more powerful, poetic "punctuation" - as is the last line of paragraph 2. I mean, the whole piece is just amazing. If I didn't know otherwise, no way I'd think this was by an "amateur". The sentences and idea changes feel completely unrestricted and seem to move as gracefully as free flowing water - which is all the more impressive considering the amount of serious metaphors in the piece (which also applies to Pts. 1-3). This and the others are beautifully constructed and I could sit for hours reading different ones. You may have just invented the art of the "two paragraph 'story'", since each is complete and extremely fulfilling on its own. That being said (and to answer your previous question), I really can't make the "connection" between the 4 parts - at least in the way you seem to suggest a connection. But give me time.