We grew up in a land where the sun never sets. Mother Earth has nourished us generously. Wild strawberries, blueberries and blackberries fruited every night in the nearby woods. Rivers and streams were rich in numerous species of fish that voluntarily dived into our nets. Loaves and vases filled with the sweetest milk and honey were hung on the trees. We played together with bees, cows, sheep and goats in the flowering meadows that never withered. We put the twigs back on the branches so as not to let the trees lose their children. No one knew what the violence was. The blood was just the mark of falling while running into a rabbit. The winters we spent in the mountains, throwing snowballs at each other and sliding down the slopes on old tables. Everything was covered in snow but the temperature did not change compared to summer. The weather was always nice and warm. Life flowed with dancing and singing.*Then the others arrived, invaders from behind the mountains. They threw stones at us, laughed and sneered. We didn't understand the reasons for such behavior and why it was so unpleasant when someone was affected by it. We discovered that, in addition to laughing and looking at the sun, there was another reason why tears came to our eyes... pain. However, we still spent our days away from home. Only the fruit stopped growing so fast and the honey became less sweet...*After a few years, according to a strange tradition we had to leave our carefree land and begin a journey to acquire, as the elders said, some essential experiences for life future. My peers put the most important things and some food in their bundles, so I did. At the end of the summer our adventure began. Younger friends had to stay at their homes. Only our ea...... middle of paper ......its power hid, disgusted by what the creatures did with the word of love. All nature stopped to spread a joyful song. In the end, everyone forgot the roots of Paradise.*The fable lowered its head and said that today, Paradise no longer exists, and only some people with little information try to rebuild it. I understood everything but on the other hand I felt as if I knew Heaven. It had happened in early childhood... but I didn't actually remember it well. I was just a child. Now I have grown up and become a mature man.*To this day I see the world behind the cage. However this prison doesn't seem so horrible. Sometimes, while I'm sleeping, someone comes to open the cage and give me relief for a while. I think the cage helped me understand how beautiful the world is. In the end, those who have always had a key would never understand what a cage means.