LEGEND OF voluntary slavery

- Look, - said the pharaoh priests - down the long rows of chained slaves carry one stone. They were guarded by many soldiers. The more slaves, the better for the country - because we have always believed. But the more slaves, all the more necessary to be afraid of their rebellion. We are strengthening security. We have to feed their slaves well, otherwise they will not be able to do hard physical work. But they - still, lazy and prone to rebelliousness ...

- See how they move slowly and lazy guards do not drive their whips and beats, even healthy and strong slaves. However, they would move faster. They will not need a guardian. The guards also turned into slaves. Like you can come to pass. Let today before sunset heralds smash a decree of Pharaoh, which will be said: "With the dawn of a new day, all slaves granted complete freedom. For each stone delivered to the city, free person will receive one coin. The coins can be exchanged for food, clothing, housing, the palace in the city and the city itself. From now on you - free people. " ... The next morning, priests and Pharaoh again went to the site of artificial mountains. The picture appears their eyes, is amazing. Thousands of people, former slaves, race dragging the same stones as before. Sweating, many carrying two stones. Others, who had one, running, kicking up dust. Some guards also dragged stones. People who considered themselves free - it shackles removed from them, tried to get as much coveted coins to build a happy life.

Kratom a few months spent on the platform, with satisfaction watching the scene below.

A change was enormous. Some slaves united in small groups, built the truck and loaded the brim with stones, sweating, pushing the trolley. - They have a lot of devices naizobretayut - with satisfaction thought to myself Kratom - now and domestic services were: hawkers food and water ... Soon will choose a captain, and judges. Let purchased: they, in fact, consider themselves to be free, but the essence has not changed, they are still, hauling stones ...