About ideas and believes of one pig

About ideas and believes of one pig...

(Devoted to Orwell, Snowball and all those who feel like Snowball)

Ideas lead and the reality is catching up with them. It's the natural order of things. My life was filled with ideas that Balkan reality was catching up on all those incredibly wrong ways in which just such a reality could. 

They tell me to quit.

Can not.

Once upon a time I was infected with the ideas that I almost accidentally came in contact ... and from that disease ... I have not recovered to this day...

The only negative consequence of the situation in which I fell was that I think that I'm not sick, but a reality that surrounds me...

It was the last thing Snowball wrote in his diary. 

He had no more strength to write, dream in which he believed seems to him all further. More and more obstacles stood in the way of achieving the dream. Of time was less. He no longer had the time to write ... it was necessary to work...