The village the village the land the land

How extreme the city is and how trivial it is for its poor inhabitants, forcing them to accept the unreasonable... and digesting and swallowing it with a choke because it is acceptable and reasonable... and there is no better evidence of that than those trivial concerns the city imposes on its people. You may find thousands watching a cockfight!! Not to mention the millions sometimes watching just twenty-two individuals in meaningless movements behind a small bag the size of a watermelon filled with ordinary air... and the same crowds almost attend just for the sake of attendance, a trivial urban tradition in front of a single person who may respond like a parrot with a dismissive and sometimes inaudible style, interrogations accompanied by mechanical noise, most of the attendees do not distinguish anything from it... The village, the village, the land, the land, and the suicide of the astronaut—three titles for three stories written by President Muammar Gaddafi in his book, which we turn its pages and also record a collection of short stories that carry criticisms of societies and individuals between their lines, and harsh perspectives through which he was able to uncover the human being and his aspirations in this time when authenticity no longer has a place, and everything new is considered better even though it is the worst.