just a normal artist,right?

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Imagine being an artist in a country with a dictatorial government.

I was walking back and forth,in the little place I was in, which looked like a room, a dark one with just a little window on top of the wall, close to the ceiling, the  window had 4 bars,which allowed a little light from the moon to enter the room and save the room from pure darkness. who am I kidding? I'm in a cell, for what? Being a let's say good artist saying the truth, and not what the government wants which are punch of lies, i heard footsteps from outside of the cell, I am not scared, i am not worried, I am not nervous, I'm trying to be hopeful, I couldn't help it but my heart was racing, suddenly  The door of the cell began to open, I tried to get my self together, and look calm, I really wish I succeed.

More light entered the room when the door was finally fully open, someone entered the room I couldn't see clearly, when he got closer I realised who he was.

He was my old friend Edmund, who worked as a somehow high-ranking government official, I mean, not that
high-ranking but something like that, maybe a colonel or so.

I know i should act formal and serious, and be like what are you doing here or say something sarcastic, but I don't want to act like that infront of a friend i wanna be myself in any situation and say what i want, i said" hi Ed missed you, how you doing?" He shocked his head, tried to smile, and said," Hello, Auguste, I'm doing fine, thank you, listen, I'm here to talk to you." My smile faded, I said," thought  so, i already know, but what do you want to talk about."

He sighed and said, " You can back up, you know? You could use your talent and your art in the right way, and of course, it has some good benefits for you."

Now that really makes me angry, I said," in the right way? You mean telling lies and whatever they want me to say and benefits? You really had known me as a person who can be bought with money or take bribe, no my friend I won't, i speak the truth in my own way, even if it is dangerous or dark."

He said" the way your going has no end except of your death, if you keep doing this things you might die or go to jail for lifetime, your youth and talent will be wasted, you could grow your art more, you are talented, nevermind this useless things in your mind this is not gonna reach nowhere."

I said" even if I'm talent if my art is good I want to use it as a voice to speak the truth to create what people like and relate to, not what you want, I don't care if my path is dangerous, In the end, one must stand up against oppression, I am not the first but I want to be one of them, I don't want to be know as an artist who was against his people."

He chuckled angrily and said, " You think I'm against my people? Im with this country, I am with the expediency of my country, I want the best for it, and your rebel theory is not in the good list at all."

I looked at him straight in the eyes and said, " I don't have rebel theory. My words are for freedom for democracy and for people. You may think that you are with people, but you are actually against them, think correctly, wake up before it is too late."

He said, " I repeat  I am with the expediency of my country, I am trying to make it a grow."

I said"The country is for the people, the people are like the heart of the country, without people, country has no meaning, there is people who creat a country, these are the people who give life to a country and its history.understand."

He seemed speechless, he said"words would fix nothing, this people, they are old even in their young age they Surrenderd, and with your words you are only gonna get yourself killed."

I said"If you kill me, if you shut everyone's mouths so that no one will tell my story and other people like me, eventually someone will be found who will get tired of this cruelty, who will spread my story, shout your cruelty, and that's it . Other people will also wake up, they will also stand up, people will not bow under your oppression forever, and it has never been like this."

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