The movement for a Communist world is amazing isn't it? Isn't it great reading the history of struggle and our brief moments of success? Reading about people's hopes and aspirations for a better world and their joy when they ever so briefly taste success and hearing about people celebrating in town squares with red flags fluttering in the sun really does cheer me up. Even hearing about how the workers looted the Tsarist wine cellars and everyone had a massive hangover the next day puts a smile on my face- I remember watching the documentary 'The Russian Revolution in Colour(unbelievable biased btw)' and hearing the narrator solemnly declare 'The world's first socialist revolution was saw in with the biggest hangover in human history'- as if we're meant to shake our heads in moral disapproval! Later that documentary whines about 'The closing of the constituent assembly crushed the aspirations of an entire people'- but even hearing the genuine moral outrage of the Capitalist media makes me happy. Anyway, just thought I'd share a nice excerpt:
There were no private motor-cars, they had all been commandeered, and the trams and taxis and much of the other transport were painted red and black. The revolutionary posters were everywhere, flaming from the walls in clean reds and blues that made the few remaining advertisements look like daubs of mud. Down the Ramblas, the wide central artery of the town where crowds of people streamed constantly to and fro, the loud-speakers were bellowing revolutionary songs all day and far into the night. And it was the aspect of the crowds that was the queerest thing of all. In outward appearance it was a town in which the wealthy classes had practically ceased to exist. Except for a small number of women and foreigners there were no 'well-dressed' people at all. Practically everyone wore rough working-class clothes, or blue overalls or some variant of militia uniform. All this was queer and moving. There was much in this that I did not understand, in some ways I did not even like it, but I recognized it immediately as a state of affairs worth fighting for...so far as one could judge the people were contented and hopeful. There was no unemployment, and the price of living was still extremely low; you saw very few conspicuously destitute people, and no beggars except the gypsies. Above all, there was a belief in the revolution and the future, a feeling of having suddenly emerged into an era of equality and freedom. Human beings were trying to behave as human beings and not as cogs in the capitalist machine'
Orwell- Homage to Catalonia