You, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder?

Lilith Rose

@lillithrose · 27 Mar 2022

You, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder?

When I walk through the supermarket in my home village, I see the ticket
“Due to the situation in Ukraine, there is a shortage of sunflower oil, here for it is up to 1 bottle per customer”

I have my headphone on and my hair is confused, and I'm still very tired.
“Come grab a bottle” I hear through my music. “eating seeds is a passtime activity” I hear Serj Tankian singing in my ear when I see a whole family of something of 6 people, aiming bottles in the store.
Immediately I have to think about 2020 and roll the toilet again.
That also only 1 per customer were allowed to be collected at some point because people suddenly started to stock up.

why?

I shake my head and walk on, I'm not going along with this obvious craziness.

because that's what it feels like to me, craziness.

People in a country don't even so far away from here fight for their lives flee away from that same life. have been seen their entire household items being reduced to broken shards and torn clothes in seconds.
Entire Families on the run, images of people sharing their paltry food with others, their paltry food, so that they still have enough food together to draw strength for the further journey to a safe place.

And then I'm here in the supermarket, A family of something of 6 people who want to stock up with more bottles of oil with a “Handy”. a big plate of “4 bags of chips for €2 euro” in front of me now, there was a shortage of oil for those chips I thought?
an article in the newspaper “Sunflower oil exports from Ukraine and Russia have come to a halt because of the war. This leads to scarcity and drives up prices. The chip manufacturer and fries baker are concerned. “and there I am with a small basket full of fruit and vegetables, looking at a large poster with 4 bags for €2 euro 1200 grams of oilfried potatoes, for €2 euro. Like I said craziness.
In my ears, Erj Tankinan sings “Disorder, Disorder”
Right, you're Serj.

Disorder, which is still at the box office, is emphasized by the family.
“What do I mean, you can only bring 1 bottle, we are with 6 customers here anyway? then they all do pay separately”

Disorder, if the casierre breathes a sigh, and asks if they will all pay for themselves.

Disorder, If the mother on that, almost screeching, answers with "That doesn't matter I can also handle the messages for other people, right”

Right now, I'm almost feeling the envy of the situation getting over me, and I want to grab the mother by the ears and yell "You, what do you own the world? How do you own disorder” after Serj sang that in my ears.

I don't do it, I'm not an aggressive person, and behind me is an old lady, “Oh if you do take the shelves for others, you can also deal with mine” I have to hold back my laugh, well played old lady.

the mother ignores her and the cassiere brings in her chef, who also tells Mrs that a family also counts as 1 customer.

the bottles of oil are removed from the belt, and the mother is counting off. she doesn't throw the groceries in a box before she storms out.

When she's gone, the Cassiere sighs and murmurs something. I smile and take my things off, “What do you do with six bottles of oil at all? “Do I hear someone else ask.
“Well, you have to get rid of all those toilet rolls” I hear myself say, there is a laugh, I pay off my stuff, wish the cassiere a nice weekend and walk outside.

Swearing loudly the lady is on the phone at her car, she porata with someone over the bottles and where the guts are taken from to refuse her.

When I get on my bike, I can only think of Serj's words,

“Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder”