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      I was sitting in front of an old man. He had white hair and black eyes. I was nervous. Many people were looking at me, waiting for my words. The man held a paper on his hands and started speak to me.

Journalist: So Winston, you are here today to talk about your experience in this totalitarian regime. I asked myself, how was it ?

Winston: Well, when I was at my apartment, there were always the same odors, the same normal things that everyone in this world sees. But, when I wanted to go outside, I passed by the hallway and I started to hear this horrible voice on the telescreen. She always repeated the same things and never shut up. The posters of Big Brother were everywhere: when I wanted to go to work or to the baker. It was like I was watched all the time by something following me, like a stalker. There was no liberty. I had to be carefull of any words and any moove I made.

 Journalist: You were under surveillance all the time ?

Winston: Yes, always ! Big brother was watching us like the posters said. This horrible face was in my nightmares. I dreamt of a perfect world where I could be free. Free to make anything I wanted, say anything I wanted to say. A world where everyone is equal. I'd live in these perfect world for a moment but after I woke up and I realized I lived here. Every morning I hoped that "Big Brother" let us live in peace and every morning I saw it's not.

Journalist: What are the elements that show you that you are in this totalitarian regime ?

Winston: Like I said: the propaganda with the posters everywhere, a fruity voice that I heard all the time, the impression that I was under constant surveillance. I don't know how I could work everyday, day after day, week after week, years after years whitout becoming crazy. The food was rationned by the government. I don't eat what ever I wanted. It was very awful and tiring.

Journalist; What happed next ?

Winston: A revolution. I was so happy and excited by that ! We are finally be free ! But it was not beautiful. Many people died. Houses were destroyed. The streets were on fire. It was... well there are no words to describe it. After, the government fell and a new rebublican one arrived. It's not perfect but now I can speak freely with you. I can eat anything and I feel free. It's not a perfect world but I still dream that one day we will live in the world I imagine, a better world where there is no more Big Brother.