Protest On The RunAfter I had written three books and won two prizes, I founded my own movement and began to protest on the streets.
I protested “for free will, for a better lot”. Protesting was always like a wind for me. A wind, because wind is particularly strong when you are running. And when I protested, I always ran – when attacking, and when retreating.
This is something comical about a runner, but running gives you an advantage. Running is a sensitive activity.
Time photographs us, but we do not need to stay still. The more swiftly we run, the more generously we are showered with flashes.
Frequently, when I remember my revolutionary running, I think that this running was always devoted to my girlishly tender and matronly coarse other half at the time, Anya. I was running away fr
