17. It's like the old saying "It's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live there."

I grew up in an elderly black community. According to today's standards, they are not considered to be outdated, but this was the 1970s. Most of them are 40 and 50 years old. They moved from rural areas in Georgia to Athens, Augusta, Lagrange, Macon, Monroe. They are escaping from the possibilities of tenant farmers, mean labor, and these towns in metropolis - Atlanta (especially Blacks). In the Dixie Hills community where I grew up, these old men saved decades of time building simple wooden houses to capture their editions of the American dream. When I wrote them, I called them the old mafia. Because they stuck through life and challenges of life.

Utopia and the Republic seem to be a suitable place to go, but I do not want to live there. Surely, both places may be moderately successful through their economic system, legal and enforcement proceedings, and the structure of their families, but I will not be happy. I am willing to work for six hours, but I have no incentive to improve myself tomorrow. My idea of ​​capitalism doubts the actual productivity of both countries. Always sacrificed only for better conditions, I never seem to be pretty exhausted myself. Life is too monotonous to tell one another. There is no hope for a better tomorrow Today there is only one.