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today, 2004.08.24, 16.21, vilnius, lithuania, east europe, the aproximately 45-50 years old man said me in a coffee shop:
"i need one "kava". oh, it's hard to speak lithuanian. but i like it there. are you ok with these metal things in your lips? because back in '68 they used to identifify the revolutionary youth by this and they used to punish us for that. i am from '68. i was in Copenhagen then. i was 16. we did the rights things and had life then. we slept in city parks and burned the cop stations. now i've changed. and you'll probably. but i mean my face and clouthes. i am still revolutionary inside. i still do right things. and i hate Bush. thank you. you're ok. have a good day!"
my life as i knew it stopped.
that was just like after Zegota's gig.
that was the last prove to be taken.