This is a tale about a city that only has good things and mainly happiness.

People
participated of Festivals, danced, had horseraces They had no king, they were
smart, passionate and there were only few rules. They had only the necessary to
happiness.
Although, in a cellar of a building there was a boy locked in there. He was alone,
hungry, in the darkness. He sitted on his own feaces and barely eat. Sometimes a
man, a child, or an aged person appeared and looked at him, but said nothing.
The people who saw the wretched boy spent from days to years thinking about what
they saw. They felt angry, rage, sorrow. But they did nothing. They just realized
that all that happiness of their city existed because of that boy. So they had
rather try to forget the boy and go on living.
However, a few people that saw that helpless boy could not stand this. And they
went out of the city heading the mountains. They never came back. They have gone to
a place even less imaginable than Omela, the city of happiness.
What could be this place? Heaven? I really do not know, but this is a place of
people that did not only care about their happiness or of people that could not
accept that their happiness comes from a suffering from another person. They looked
for something bigger than happiness. Justice? Equality?

12 de setembro de 2013