Free Citizens Of The World
-At that time I was free, I could fly anywhere in the world by plane, I could even travel the world with my feet, I could enjoy any culture without any type of paper. We celebrated, we laughed and we were grateful, in any country, town or continent, you were greeted with a big smile and a cup of coffee. The cultures mixed, but we understood each other in a single language, the language of freedom. ¡Were free citizens of the world!-
- And what happened? - asked the girl.
- I woke up, I woke up feeling a cold metallic body pointing at my chest while I slept at the foot of a gigantic wall that separates two great nations and that I thought I had crossed in search of a better life. It was a dream... a wonderful dream, but a dream after all-.
A dream of a latin emigrant…
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