Our Journey to Strange Lands- Narrative

We grew up in a land where the sun never sets. The Mother Earth fed us generously. Wild strawberries, blueberries and blackberries fruited every night in the nearby forests. Rivers and streams were abundant in numerous fish species that voluntarily plunged into our nets. Loaves of bread and jars full of the sweetest milk and honey hung on the trees. We played together with bees, cows, sheep and goats in the flowery meadows that never withered. We used to put twigs back on branches to not let trees miss their children.

No one knew what the violence is. Blood was only a sing of falling down while racing against a rabbit.

Winters we used to spend in mountains, throwing snowballs at each other and sliding down the slopes on the old table tops. Everything was covered by snow but the temperature didn’t change comparing to summer. It was always the nice and warm weather.

The life was going by on dancing and singing.

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Then the others came, invaders from behind the mountains. They were throwing stones at us, laughing and smirking. We didn’t understand motives of such a behavior and why it was so unpleasant when someone was hit by them. We discovered that, apart from laughter and looking at the sun, there was also another reason of tears coming to our eyes… pain

However we still spent days outside homes.

Only fruit stopped growing so fast and honey became less sweet…

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After few years, according to a strange tradition, we had to leave our carefree land and begin a journey to, as older people used to say, gain some experiences essential in the future life. My peers packed the most important stuff and some food into their bundles so I did.

At the end of the summer our adventure started.

Younger friends had to stay at their homes. Only our ea...

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...itous power hid itself, disgusted by what the creatures made with the word of love. All the nature stopped to spread joyful song. Finally everyone forgot the roots of the Paradise.

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The fairytale hung her head and said that nowadays the Paradise doesn’t exist anymore and only some people with scarce information try to rebuild it.

I understood everything but on the other hand I felt like I knew the Paradise. It was early in the childhood… but actually I didn’t remember that properly.

I was only a child. Now I grew up and became a mature man.

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Until today I see the world behind the cage. However this prison doesn’t seem so horrible. Sometimes, when I sleep, someone comes to open the cage and relief me for a while. I think that the cage helped me to understand how beautiful the world actually is.

Eventually, who always had a key would never understand what cage means.