2017 was the years of the transition… when the parents of the Ringmaser ruled the entire world and divided it, in two

The Ringmaster rules the world now. That’s how they call her… ‘The Ringmaster’. Everything she says is done in seconds and everything she touches turns into stone. She has conquered everything in 13 years. People say she’s gorgeous, but I have never seen her, so I don’t know. I don’t care how gorgeous is the woman who’ve managed to turn this world in to hell… at least for us… the Shrats.

 Here we have names for everything… labels… it’s sad but… that’s life… and that’s how we call our self, the poor people, the Shrats… is not a clothing-optional alien from outer space, nor is it a secular soul who devotes his or her entire life to studying nothing but the naked truth…. The fact of the matter is that, Shrats means “The day before yesterday”

The ‘Breathers’ are the Rich people… the people who have beds have malls, live in pretty houses, own cars, everything. WE, don’t get shit.

I work at the circus because it’s the best job a Shrats can find…  Not all people are that privileged, you have to have some kind of talent… We get to go to the other side of the fence. It’s amazing how you are in this place full of dark allies and everything is dirty, people are screaming and shit, and once you cross the fence to their side… all you see is colors high skies, the clears sun of day… everything is beautiful. Shrats are not aloud to go in to the breather’s side… it’s forbidden. But if you are an entertainer you can.

Us the entertainers go to the mural at 2pm and get check for weapons or anything they consider harmful. When they clear us, they put us in these big vans that drives us to everyone’s work place. We do our jobs, and of course with fences covering the viewers from us because we are like a dangerous and all. When we finish the show, we get paid, they put us in the vans again, check us and they throw us back to the other side of the fence again.