"March 22nd
This is the first time I write in months. I can't really remember how many, but it seems like it has been a while. Strangely, my old diary wasn't with the rest of my stuff at my new home, but I don't really mind. It's a really nice place; although there is no hot water yet, "the supervisor" (someone they said would help me moving in) said they were working on it. That was like two months ago. They must have a lot of requests."
Winston stopped writing for a second and looked around. His new house was way smaller and the wallpaper was rotting away. On a dirty corner, a rat came out of a hola, crossed the living room and exitted through a broken step of the old stairs. Without showing much interest in the vermin, he kept writing:
"I like what they did to my office in the Ministry of Truth. They replaced the machine that throwed newspapers for a telescreen that shows me when the truck with the newspapers arrived. That way, I know when I have to go down the eight floors and lift the boxes back to my office to continue working. A member of the party came in the other day and told me that starting next week I would have to deliver the correct newspapers back down as well, but that's alright. Working keeps me entertained. I can't remember why or how, but I realize it's best not to think too much about the reason you have to do more work each day, but rather get it done fast."
He stopped writing again. Today's newspaper was lying on the table. In big, black letter could be read "We are now in war against Eurasia". Reading today's newspaper made Winston feel better and almost forget his broken ribs. He liked war. It kept him from thinking too much about other things.
by Alejandro Ravasi 5° 4°
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