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#1-2 (27-28) 2004 Issue About AntiglobalismEditor’s LetterAny normal person would probably say: “What the hell are you talking about?” It's time to survive, make big bucks and suck up to oil pipe-lines. We don't have time. Everyone is doing their job. We are all making money, but it's not a job. It's the kind of time we live in. We are doing what we do to make the world a better place. I am the same way. You have to kiss client's ass, bend backwards, help him sell and at the same time try to make yourself look good, thinking that we are promoting domestic bourgeois with his domestic patriotic products like flying tractors, kefir and pelmeni. But that's no big deal. The problem is that I don't give a shit how many pigeons that tractor is going to run over and how many chemicals those sausages contain, I need to survive. But I am always jealous of those who are true to their antiglobalism. They are not looking for easy ways out, they are seeking aesthetic solutions. It's not a question of whether to eat a cheeseburger from McDonald's or sipping Coke, or wearing Armani. The question is personal freedom. Freedom from all the material. When you know how to be quiet, even if you want to yell. This issue is not urgent, it's for people who, in five years, might ask themselves this same question of personal and creative freedom. That's when these two hundred pages might come in hand. But for now, globalists are working and antiglobalist are interfering with their work. Peter Bankov My World Guest editor  Content issue
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