The cold pouring rain had finally stopped. The man who several years ago were used to be Winston Smith was walking down the narrow street closely to his apartment in Victory Mansions. It was the year 1989, or at least he thought so. It has been raining for days, or even weeks, it doesn’t matter. The noise of bombs turning buildings into dust was very often in that week, and they were dangerously close to the part of the city where most of the party members were relocated. While he was walking, his thoughts wandered in his head. Yes, he had thoughts again, and that scared him. It all started 3 days ago, when he was lovely staring at one of the few remaining posters of the Big Brother. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU read the poster. He loved Big Brother so much, but that day, he felt particularly loving, and while he was admiring his face, he started to wondering why did he loved him so much. He could not answer himself, and the doubt got stuck in head. It was too late; he knew what was going to happen.
The next day, in his path to the Ministry, he saw a woman, but not just a simple woman. He remembered her. It was the one he betrayed once. And maybe confusing her with Big Brother, the one who loved once. He started to use old words instead of newspeak ones; he didn’t know he remembers them. But he did know the danger of his actions, or in this case, his thoughts. Later that day, memories came back to him. He could see a diary, but not any diary. His diary. He thought he forgot all about his past life, his life with no love to the greatest, to the magnificent Big Brother. Suddenly, a diffuse image appeared to him when he where already in his job. It was a page of the diary he was recently thinking about it. It was a phrase on that yellowish sheet of paper, a horrendous phrase. He decided he will forget that memory as soon as possible, but it was too late. DOWN WITH THE BIG BROTHER. He feared.
The other day, the man finally...