Chapter 2

        Winston was grateful that the police patrol was not the one who was knocking on the door. It was  his neighbor'a wife who lived on the same floor. Victory mansion is a very old building built in 1930. This building had lots of improvement to do and it always needed to be repair. The lady's name was Mrs. Parson, wife of Tom Parsons. Winston call her Mrs. even though it was preferred to call someone comrade, that was the usual way to call people but this time was an exception.  Mrs. Parson asked him to fix her sink because she could not do it herself since her husband was not at home. When Winston got there he started fixing it. While we was at home Mrs. Parson's children appeared. There was a boy who was around 9 years old and a girl who was around 7 years old. They were accusing Winston of being an Eurasia n spy, and Winston came to the conclusion that they were saying this things because they wanted to see the hanging. The hanging is a place were Eurasian prisoners, guilty of war crimes were hanged in the park which was taking place on that evening. The boy hit Winston in the neck with a catapult and his mother immediately took him to the room.  The telescreen started to make a military voice telling a description of the new armaments of the new Floating Fortress which had been anchored between Iceland and the Foroe Islands. 

         Winston felt bad for Mrs. Parson because nowadays all parents were scare of the children's ferocity  nature. Mr.s parson's children were obsessed with the songs, processions, uniformity, the slogans of the party, big brother,  and they even  worshiped all the party did. It was normal for all kids to be like this since all you see in the telescreen. was war and more about the party and its culture. Such as one he saw while he was sitting in Mrs. Parson's house, the telsecreen was issuing "Attention! Your attention, please! A newsflash has this moment arrived from the Malabar front. Our forces in South India have won a glorious victory. I am authorized to say that the action we are now reporting may well bring the war within measurable distance of its end. Here is the newsflash—. This was just more bad news and a gory description of the annihilation of the Eurasian army. It was all getting worst as if it was not worst enough to have a rocket bomb exploded about twenty to thirty of them a week falling in London. Before Winston went to work he sat and wrote his diary and ponder for the second time, who will read his diary.