Once upon a time, on a peaceful night with clear sky and stars that promised adventures and dreams for a new life, a flock of colourful birds dressed in the moon and with broken wings, boarded a paper boat with their destination the unknown, somewhere in the Mediterranean sea. The unknown that as much as it scared them, they truly believed that it couldn't be worse than the flames and death they were leaving behind.
Big birds, small and little tiny ones that barely knew how to fly yet. Birds that laughed, cried, loved and were loved. Birds that the only thing they wanted, was to heal and fly once again. Birds that left their families, friends and livelihood behind without really wanting to.
They didn't choose to leave their nests, you know. They had to. They were forced to, even. By the ones who have a lot but want more. Because that's how greed works, my friend. It becomes an addiction. A disease. If you have just enough, you learn to live and go through life with it. If you happen to have plenty, you want more and more and more. Don't ask me why. I don't know. Maybe some people believe that Hades will welcome you with honours, if you arrive dressed in gold.
God didn't see the little paper boat that night. He has too much on His hands after all. He didn't see it floating on the clear blue waters and He raised big waves to froth the sea. The same sea that loved the birds on first sight because they had a familiar scent of saltiness in their eyes. And the boat started filling up with water. And all wings, smiles and dreams got wet. They fought for hours to keep their little heads above the water, to save their young, to save their loved ones, to save themselves...
Some of them, with shattered wings and chaos behind their eyes, touched land the next day. They knew that they were barely alive from then on. They knew that they were pawns on a chessboard owned by blue blooded predators.
The rest became foam. They are being put to sleep by Sirens and mermaids decorate their necks with strings of pearls.
The rest became foam. They are being put to sleep by Sirens and mermaids decorate their necks with strings of pearls.
And finally the gold dressed predators laughed. ''More sky for us'', they thought while pushing the next boat in the water...
...how many more souls can the sea hold?
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