Belarus freedom - my dream, my goal, my future.

October. Morning. Sun is looking at me from the blue-blue sky. I am walking down my street in the heart of my native place, my city, in the center of Belarus, in the center of Europe.
We are walking together with the second President of the Republic of Belarus, speaking about future of our country. He is listening attentively to my arguments…
Wake up!
The picture is quite different.
October. Morning. Sun is looking at me from the blue-blue sky. I am walking down my street in the heart of my native place, my city, in the center of Belarus, in the center of the last dictatorship in Europe. I am speaking with the man – the second (I hope!) President (I dream!) of the Republic of Belarus, but I am alone. This speech is in my mind, this man is only placate I bring. Elections. I am a member of Andrey Sannikov’s team. I go to the picket. This month my work is to collect signatures for presidential nomination
Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday,Tuesday… Sun is smiling from the blue-blue sky… Raining, storming, snowing… I am smiling. I bring table and chair on my back, placate and my bag in hands. 1 km in the morning, 1 km in the evening. 8 hours of my life near the supermarket. My paying for democratic Belarus. My shooting in the dictatorship.
- Who is he? Is he really strong? Do you believe?..
I am smiling.
- Is he know what to do? Can he win?
I am smiling.
I am smiling, because I see: people are waking up.
They want to say: stop!
They want to say: we are men and women – not slaves! Not pigs and cows!
They want to say: we are Belorussians – not Russian, not soviet!
They want to say… but now they wisper. Can I make them shout? Now I can only shout myself… but I wisper.
People look at me and my friends with hope, with dream, with faith… Can we change their life? We answer: together. Only together with everybody, who now wisper: change… and only when he will shout: CHANGE!!!
I open my profile in Puls. I read, I think. Millions of people in the world whisper: change… Thousands make changes. Examples, ideas, methods, friends, resources are endless. Can I do the same? Yes, I can. Have I do the same? Yes, I have. Will I do the same? Yes, I will.
To become a correspondent for me – is my chance to make my voice stronger. Fear is strong. For 16 years my country is afraid. Fear never let go to the future. I don’t want blood on the squares and streets of my country. The strongest arms against fear is WORD, but only if the voice is strong. BELARUS WITHOUT FEAR – is my dream, my hope, my goal. Peace – in every heart, in every home. Law – not only a stick, but strong defense. People – are not slaves but elections of their destiny. Abilities - are similar for everybody who moves. Such Belarus I want for my kids and parents.
P.S. Sometimes I think: why Belorussian girls on Puls are passive? I hoped find real team – and found nothing… Maybe, they do not know how strong they are… when they are move. I know: people in my country are strong, brave and gentle. I dream to see they understand this fact together as a nation. And nobody can stop Belarus freedom!