A Country and Its People
Once upon a time, there was a small land in European territory. That
land was inhabited and ruled by brave and warrior men. Men who fought
and gave their lives to conquer more and more land every day for
centuries, until that land was big enough to become a country.
When they achieved the country status, when they got their own king, conquering contuned. They put their lives on the line, once again, to take a few lands in Africa and to fight against their neighbour country kings. The brave people continued to pursue their dream of independence and greatness.
With lands in Africa and the neighbour kings begging for mercy and peace, this enormous people had nothing more to conquer. At least not on land. So they decided to conquer the sea. They headed for the ocean and started a huge wave of descoveries. They crossed the capes all the others feared. Passed around the so called “End of the World”. Navigated all the way around, finding new routs and lands, new cultures and people. Conquering new territories. Discovering the world as we know it. Bringing spices never seen and wealth.
Nevetheless, after all this fighting, conquering and discovering, this people must have felt tired, or unmotivated with how easy it was to take everything from everyone. So they stoped everything they were doing. They stoped navigating, they stoped fighting, they gave away all their colonies. Everything went down the drain, over night. All the bravery, warrior spirit and creativity. Everyone started living a life of sadness, poverty and loneliness. Well, not everybody. One day, one little guy dared to do something adventurous, trying to bring the spirit back. He was the first human being to cross the Atlantic Ocean on a plane. But no one else followed. So he stayed on the other side of the ocean and never came back. They even tried to enter the First World War, to see if they were still warriors, but left before they lost the only things left to lose, their honor and their pants.
New times arrived and an old man took charge of the country. A tyrant. A monster amongst the monsters. He ruled with a fascist hand supressing all the living and annihilating everyone who dared to be against him. Someone so cruel and unhethic that, in World War II, he made a pact with the two parties at war. He made a pact with the Allies to whom he sold medicines, and a pact with the Nazis, to whom he sold weapons. He got himself free from the fight and a new form of wealth: cheating.
And what did the brave people of this country do? Simply nothing. They stood still for tens of years, living in fear of the monster. They didn’t drink, didn’t speak, didn’t do anything. The warriors petrified, living according to the sad and lonely fate once written by the one they called Camões. A terrible consequence of feeling unmotivated by the easiness of life.
- We’re sad and lonely. We’ll always lose everything, so what’s the point of fighting anymore? – said them to themselves.
But in 1974, a group of military, tired of being ruled by negligent governors, took a stand, came to the street fully armed, loaded with carnations, invaded the parliament and took the power back to the people – it had to be a group of government employers to take a stand and do something for the people. That day, freedom and independence were back again to that small country. People danced on the streets, carnations were distributed all over the land and that day is celebrated ’till this very day.
- We’re free! – they sang.
The spirit and bravery of the mighty founders was back in the hearts of the poeple. Or so thought the military who made the peacefull revolution. But they were wrong. Oh!, they were wrong. After that day, the people went back to their old lives and fate. Living sad, lonely and in fear of the, already dead, tyrant. They were so affraid that the monster could come back, that for decades, all the governments, elected by them after the revolution, used them as puppets. The country lived crisis after crisis, the government abused the people, their popularity sunk a little bit more every single day. Yet, they did nothing. Sat, living their sad fate, beliving that one day, any giving day, a hero would come and save them, once again.
Once upon a time, there was a land, ruled by brave and warrior men. That land became a country and those men became a bunch of cowards living in a lie and waiting for a hero that will never come to save them.
When they achieved the country status, when they got their own king, conquering contuned. They put their lives on the line, once again, to take a few lands in Africa and to fight against their neighbour country kings. The brave people continued to pursue their dream of independence and greatness.
With lands in Africa and the neighbour kings begging for mercy and peace, this enormous people had nothing more to conquer. At least not on land. So they decided to conquer the sea. They headed for the ocean and started a huge wave of descoveries. They crossed the capes all the others feared. Passed around the so called “End of the World”. Navigated all the way around, finding new routs and lands, new cultures and people. Conquering new territories. Discovering the world as we know it. Bringing spices never seen and wealth.
Nevetheless, after all this fighting, conquering and discovering, this people must have felt tired, or unmotivated with how easy it was to take everything from everyone. So they stoped everything they were doing. They stoped navigating, they stoped fighting, they gave away all their colonies. Everything went down the drain, over night. All the bravery, warrior spirit and creativity. Everyone started living a life of sadness, poverty and loneliness. Well, not everybody. One day, one little guy dared to do something adventurous, trying to bring the spirit back. He was the first human being to cross the Atlantic Ocean on a plane. But no one else followed. So he stayed on the other side of the ocean and never came back. They even tried to enter the First World War, to see if they were still warriors, but left before they lost the only things left to lose, their honor and their pants.
New times arrived and an old man took charge of the country. A tyrant. A monster amongst the monsters. He ruled with a fascist hand supressing all the living and annihilating everyone who dared to be against him. Someone so cruel and unhethic that, in World War II, he made a pact with the two parties at war. He made a pact with the Allies to whom he sold medicines, and a pact with the Nazis, to whom he sold weapons. He got himself free from the fight and a new form of wealth: cheating.
And what did the brave people of this country do? Simply nothing. They stood still for tens of years, living in fear of the monster. They didn’t drink, didn’t speak, didn’t do anything. The warriors petrified, living according to the sad and lonely fate once written by the one they called Camões. A terrible consequence of feeling unmotivated by the easiness of life.
- We’re sad and lonely. We’ll always lose everything, so what’s the point of fighting anymore? – said them to themselves.
But in 1974, a group of military, tired of being ruled by negligent governors, took a stand, came to the street fully armed, loaded with carnations, invaded the parliament and took the power back to the people – it had to be a group of government employers to take a stand and do something for the people. That day, freedom and independence were back again to that small country. People danced on the streets, carnations were distributed all over the land and that day is celebrated ’till this very day.
- We’re free! – they sang.
The spirit and bravery of the mighty founders was back in the hearts of the poeple. Or so thought the military who made the peacefull revolution. But they were wrong. Oh!, they were wrong. After that day, the people went back to their old lives and fate. Living sad, lonely and in fear of the, already dead, tyrant. They were so affraid that the monster could come back, that for decades, all the governments, elected by them after the revolution, used them as puppets. The country lived crisis after crisis, the government abused the people, their popularity sunk a little bit more every single day. Yet, they did nothing. Sat, living their sad fate, beliving that one day, any giving day, a hero would come and save them, once again.
Once upon a time, there was a land, ruled by brave and warrior men. That land became a country and those men became a bunch of cowards living in a lie and waiting for a hero that will never come to save them.
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