Diary Entry 1:
My name is Winston Smith and I think it is the year 1984, but I’m not really sure, for this matter no one is really sure of that. I’m a member of the outer party of INGSOC, live in Oceania and I work for the Ministry of Truth. What I’m writing today is a story that should never be told, as it should have never happened. Our house should be a place where we feel safe, our shelter and not our prison. Neighbors and colleagues should be our friends, people we can trust, not enemies and spies. We should live in a world where there should be love, instead of hate. Today I write down my thoughts, so future generations will know that everything that is happening is wrong and since it’s too late for my generation to change things maybe, someone in the future, reading this diary will learn a lesson and change the situation. They will have to learn the importance of freedom of speech and act. They will have to learn the great power of love and friendship, and always fight for what they believe in and never give up, but remembering to fight only if necessary because war isn’t the way to solve problems, it just creates more. Ignorance is not strength, it is the right opposite, in fact, it’s helplessness, it leads to darkness, but most important of all it shows the weakness of mankind. You who one day, in the far future will read my dairy, here is my story, I hope this will help to prevent such ignorance to happen ever. None of us exactly knows how it all happened, I can’t remember even when. The only thing I can remember is that I served the party my whole life. Everyone I know was thought to serve the party and didn’t dare to oppose. As I became an adult, like every adult you have future expectations and goals for your life, but in our society these objectives are the same for everyone, and it is to serve the party, and today this is still what I do, every day of my life. We are indeed constantly reminded that there is nothing more important...
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