Sometimes, to realize the impending disaster, it is enough to open your eyes and call things by their proper names. Bitter words are medicine, sweet words are poison, says a Chinese proverb. The action takes place in a difficult present and in an ominous future, which is quite possible. If you sit with your hands folded. I hope that these bitter, desperate stories will become a kind of inoculation for those who are able to think. Or an antidote. And there will be fewer people poisoned by known poisons in our rapidly approaching future. The cover design uses personal photographs. Contains obscene language.