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Tetris

In history, it's the small things that make the difference…

(August 6, 1945, Hiroshima and Nagasaki)

It all began with Alexey Leonidovich Pajitnov in collaboration with Dmitry Pavlovsky and Vadim Gerasimov, more or less computer engineers, who gave rise to what we could call the Trojan horse of the Soviet Union in 1985 (approximately). The morphology of the names leaves little to the imagination about the origin of our three heroes.

The Cold War, the Berlin Wall, Tetris.

We are talking about 130 million copies sold and over 30 gaming platforms hosting the post-communist cyber regime.

There is no console, arcade, person who hasn't seen Tetris.

Personally, I am not an avid gamer; I am fascinated by these phenomena. I like to think that Tetris softened minds in the global landscape of the 90s.

I like to think that Tetris is the victory of Soviet technology… to you the Moon to us Tetris.

The game was indeed created by the three comrades from the Soviet Union, but it was realized on enemy soil… America, and we know well that America has long arms… to seize others' things.

For those who, like De Gregori, dream of America, I wish all the fun and joy possible, I wish them to have a 5000 cc car, and make money hand over fist.

We convinced materialists are for earthly things, we don't care about the Moon nor about a filthy noisy American gas-guzzling car, we tireless materialists want to play Tetris and are tired of shooting zombies.

I bow to a true masterpiece, which, like all masterpieces, has made havoc of hearts, money, and lawyers, and I shudder at the mere thought that at the dawn of time the little game was about to be called Weltris (unofficial sources inform us of this historical quirk).

Minimalism did not exist, survival did.

Officially Tetris has no parentage, but the roots are solid, strong, and pro-Soviet.

That Skoda was eaten by the Germans is now past… Tetris is pride in the motherland, dear comrade Max:

“They took everything from us... but not Tetris…”

Tetris is our complacent God, naked with the ushanka covering the crown of thorns.

Whether the main screen represents the Kremlin of Moscow or Rostov or some other city doesn't matter to us.

The pixels on a screen could be counted with the naked eye on my Nintendo 8 bit, but when I played Tetris the low resolution was secondary (also because there was nothing better), it was like walking around Moscow with a bottle of vodka in hand and some communist relic attached to the ushanka.

The BBC dedicated a documentary to narrate, to let everyone know what masterpieces, money, copyrights, and jealousy create. Years of court sessions, lawsuits, post-capitalist exhaustion.

I play Tetris and at night I have a nightmare… The average American claiming the parentage of Tetris.

This review contains no obvious political references but only explicit ideals.