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Do not try to leave Omsk
Hello, my name is Pasha Akimov, I am 22 years old, I am Omsk, and I am a beard.
What I will talk about now, does not force me to worry very much, but I am convinced that they must talk about such things publicly, no matter how stupid/banal/insignificant they may seem.
The events of December 2011 for many people were spiritual, including for me. Over the past year, I managed to participate in several political “movements” in Omsk: I coordinated the “Rosburds”, participated in a campaign to nominate a single civilian candidate (which Ilya Varlamov became), organized sections for elections to the Constitutional Court of the Opposition. The last project was the Party "People's Alliance", the regional branch of which my colleagues and I recently organized, and I was chosen by a delegate to the first congress, which will be held on December 15th in Moscow.
In parallel with this, I continue to study at the Department of Philosophy of the Omsk State University.
About a month ago, frosty weather was in Omsk. The cold eroded the colors of the earth, and it was found that they were only half-flows from which the color was going: the dead-brown foreshadowed the greens, the tired purple was an overture to the flame, gray-a prelude to the gold. The Earth was like a sketch of a magnificent story, and some unknown person from the organs with a persistent desire to conduct a “conversation” came to my department, but did not find me. Meanwhile, in the dean’s office there was a call from the vice -rector, who was interested in my attendance with the nomen addiction.
A wonderful relationship with the department and the dean’s office allowed me, firstly, to find out about all this, and secondly, to treat this in philosophical. This whole story turned into a joke, which, however, received a continuation: just the other day the mysterious stranger reappeared at my department for a conversation, but not with me, but with my scientific director for a diploma. Having presented the FSB crust, Pavlov Pavel Nikolaevich, in the presence of several doctors of sciences, began to carry some Hell Brekhnya about me, oppose my scientist opaquely, and in the end stated that they were well aware of my departure to Moscow and do everything so that it does not take place.
Omsk activists Misha Maglova and Anton Zhebrun were once shot from a flight to Moscow, and Zhebruna was expelled from my university for political activities a year later. I understand that simplification of legislation on parties registration does not mean simplification of the methods of work of regional security forces, but is it really the local Ephesians is so incompetent that it will perform frankly counterproductive actions and inflate a scandal out of nothing?
I am not going to guess that from everything that is happening a bluff, and that I should take seriously, I’m not going to run from anyone, as it was exactly a year ago, when my friends and I left for Bolotnaya. I just want to show that no matter how hard you are to hold creative actions , but by the degree of absurdity we can hardly surpass our current state, and I also want to inform the "folk alliance" that their first congress can go in a non -complete composition (this applies not only to me, but also, possibly, other regional).
And in no case in this whole story, I am not trying to exaggerate my own significance.
It is a pity that I am writing a diploma in the philosophy of Wittgenstein, and not on the philosophy of absurdity, otherwise there would be rich empirical material.
PS Postcard to old Pavlov Pavel Nikolaevich.
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