Kujme pikle

Last night behind the bar, it stank of sweat. Fourteen hours, 135 CZK an hour. When I left, I couldn't speak. I just walked like a robot. Shelf. Energy drink. Snack bar. Pocket. Not for the adrenaline. But for revenge. Revenge for not giving me a normal part-time job because of my dream school, which is worthless. Revenge for having to choose between basic necessities every day. I never thought I'd be the girl who steals... But here I am 130 CZK until the end of the month.


Theft as a political act. Revenge for stolen dignity, dreams, future. What is an avocado weighed at a self-service checkout like potatoes against artificially maintained crises for profit? Against the business of death, poverty, and the collapse of the planet?


If you steal a few rolls in an emergency, they'll put you in jail. If you steal several billion dollars through tax evasion, the journalist who exposes it will die.
We live in a world whose prosperity has been bought with centuries of theft and violence against others, but we still consider stealing bread a serious threat to social order.


And what would Robin Hood, protector of the weak and the first enforcer of progressive taxation in history, say about this?
"We don't steal, we just borrow from those who have enough."