Македонски
Сопственичка на продавница во центарот на Париз се распава со демонтрантите додека ја ограбуваат нејзината продавница и носат чоколади, сокови, сладоледи.
Престанете, не е ова до татко ти.
На тоа демонтрантите и довикуваат-тргни се , имаме за пазарење
She took to the streets believing she was marching for the soul of the Republic. A hand-painted sign, a student badge, and the burning certainty that solidarity could heal any fracture. Then the iron shutters gave way. When the plate glass shattered, the chants stopped mattering. She watched people she called comrades storm into storefronts, grabbing sneakers, perfume, and electronics. She stood in the doorway, voice cracking over the sirens: “Arrêtez! This isn’t the cause! This isn’t what we’re here for!” A shove sent her backward onto the pavement. A laugh cut through the smoke: “Shut up. We’ve got urgent shopping to do.” In that single second, a lifetime of ideology collided with cold reality. She wasn’t marching with people fighting for a future. She was acting as human cover for people who just wanted to burn down the present. The sign slipped from her hands into the glass-strewn gutter. Idealism built the march. Opportunism tore it apart. When will we finally see the difference?
— Afshine Emrani MD FACC (@afshineemrani) October 18, 2026
