Chapter 5.
A moment of respite is needed for me Friend, and for you. In the chaos of our daily lives, we hoped for a prophet, and look what we got, demented political philosophers. The turmoil into which we are all thrown regardless of our fragility, of our idealism, of our need to think and see clearly, is named The New Order. It imposes itself from without, it reaches the outer layers of our routinely–lived existence. For some it even seems to have become the norm. To see the inhabitants of this little town going about their business “as if nothing had happened” hurts me deeply. I know this is unreasonable, but I admit to being like a child who wants to believe the stories he is told or that he can already read by himself, expecting the humans who people these stories to look the part,
