The powerful and rich machines which produce lies very quickly

They were a group of five friends since the school begins who now were at the middle of the college; at the moment they were around 20 years old. They came of families of middle social class, with smart parents, all of them professionals, open mind, though they have known to put boundaries and to teach manner. It was usual for them to help into social causes, but still when some of them believed in god nobody was part of a religion. This is important to say that the parents were not friends; they just kept a relationship because their children had been friends during long time.

It was a small town which was known around the world as cultural town, with important universities, good schools, big orchestras, theatres, drawers, etc.

Those boys studied different career at the college, but frequently they shared time together, playing sports, going to the movie, discovering and talking about the life sense or just drinking... It was the holidays before the next semester, and they were very happy, because they must to take a general matter together, it was Social Philosophy. It will be a time to remember the early school, studying and mocking teachers together.

Classes started, and social life went down as usually; anyway they were hopeful to the shared class will be a moment to have an excuse to relax with old friends. It was exactly as they expected; shared class was easy but interesting; and a chance to talk about very deep down things without relevance for the life (it was a sweet mind exercise for them). But step by step this class was more and more difficult, because the teacher had two important stuffs inside his speech, one about that his student didn't know the real world and it is absolutely necessary to talk with different kind of people and spend time in other neighbor towns; second weird thing in this teacher mind was about that the real problem of the world were the powerful and rich machines which produce lies very quickly; he said that it was impossible to pass the class without discover what he is talking about with those machines, but as he always sent homework that student needed to go out of the town some days and talk with new people; he always said that if you do all your outdoor homework you suddenly will discover which that machines were.

Those boys (as all Students) started to think that the teacher was absolutely crazy; and it was easier to listen to them asking question as how will we discovery a thing which just exist inside his weird mind visiting and spending time in another town? How could someone discovery what kind of crazy idea is living inside his mind?

So our boys decided to take it easy, as they should go out to do homework they will take this time to relax and share time together. In general their idea was something like if we need to do it, we will enjoy it... They were a little worried about to lose the course and need to take it again, but meanwhile they would enjoy it.

Each week, teacher asked more difficult activities, and all students were unhappy and worried. However all of them had won more new friends that in their whole life. The semester will finish on a month and nobody had idea about what those stupid machines were... Then teacher asked a new homework which was on to go alone to know and join in not least than 9 different kinds of social gathering, so to describe them and find the specific and general features. Teacher told that with this activity they will find what the powerful and rich machines which produce lies very quickly are; he asked to look for different activities to your partners and preferably to go to different towns. Another very important rule was: if you discover what machines are, you must not share it.

Then the students started their last homework for this class which after 6 month had been the most difficult class for them, but still the most interesting. They went to sport teams, music bands, religions, support teams, parties, art groups, etc.

It was an alone time, because now they could not be with their friends and they didn’t have an idea what are looking for. But they started to discover some specific stuff of each town and group.

Suddenly one of them discovered that in a specific town all people were poor but anyway gave money to the church and they cannot be whatever they wanted because to needed to be whatever the Christianity religion asked. He started to see as rich and powerful are the Christianize religion and as they have got the life control of the people whom gave their money although it is absolutely necessary to them. He asked himself how do this religion to control the people life? So he went to the church frequently and found a lot of lies in the churchman speech focus on to keep the people near to him and without chance to take personal choices.

So the boy discovery what that machine was! He was very happy and he wanted to share it with his friends, but it was absolutely banned; whom discover it should to keep the information alone since the last class and act as he did not has idea.

He was very worried about that his friend didn't know that stuff and lose the class; but deep down inside his mind he knew that he must keeps the silence.

Finally was the last class, he was happy because it will be a great discussion. Teacher said: well I am sure that all of you discovered what the powerful and rich machines which produce lies very quickly are, so I will count to three and all of you will say the answer together, one, two three. But the sound in the classroom was unintelligible and the teacher laughs them whereas they were asking themselves what had happened.

Teacher smiling asked to say the answer one by one, but with some simple rules, nobody can say noting before their turn and it is not allowed to say more than one word, the consequence was: Christianity, Catholicism, Taoism, Buddhism, Judaism, etc. Students named around 15 religions; at the end teacher asked: so which are the powerful and rich machines which produce lies very quickly? And all of them said: religions!

Lizard's story

I have heard that in this place different species can talk about their stories. So it is my time. First I want to say thank you to the woman who is allowed to use this place for us and find a moment for our needs to express our feelings.

I am a lizard (in my mother tongue I am a Iguana). I am very old, big, and I am very same as a dinosaur, that last one feature is my way to protect myself because still when I am very passive, all people feel fear of me, well not all people, almost all people.

I have had a very well education, my elected mother have been very strong and warm with me. Then I am very respectful and I hope respect of all.

I was very scared because my mother was very violent and she just gave me food but she was not loving and never was good rapport toward me. For that reason, I went to walk alone. I was a young lizard at that moment. I saw a lot of people and at that moment I was cute and they didn't feel fear of me, and a lot of them wanted to catch me. I was absolutely afraid and walking quickly.

During those moments, I thought about all of lizards around me saying that go out to looking for a better life was an absolutely madness, because we were a close specie and we needed to keep our tradition still when we were not feeling well with it, because we should be together. I remembered all of them advancing to me don't take a different way in my life because I will be dead soon. I asked them if they were happy with their live, and their answers were weird because they said yes, but they would like to have a different life; for example, I found answers like this: I love to be a lizard, and it is the best thing that someone could be in the life, but the floor is very hot and sometimes I feel pain in my tummy, or we are so ugly and for this reason anybody want to hug us as a dog; well be a lizard is wonderful, but our life is not fair, etc.

On those days I was very confuse. But still I thought: well, to be a lizard is not good, but I cannot change it, anyway I can select a new kind of life; this family is very different from me. I don't like this kind of life (it was my thought) and I need to investigate if I could find a different one.

Finally I started my new way. I was scared. The floor was very hat and my tummy was not ready for it, I was looking for a tree quickly to avoid burn my tummy, in my road I found a lot of dogs, people and a very weird kind of people whose have wheels. I tried to run quickly and not be trapped. Suddenly, a lot of people saw me. All of them were interesting about me, I was absolutely scared! I had heard that humans were the worst species of all. I thought that I will die soon.

A young woman was different, she was encouraged to take me, in the beginning I felt fear, but she was strong and warm (as usually) and took me. I thought very quickly something like that: well, if I try to go, they will try to catch me and it is possible that whoever of them had success; and if they will not catch me, I could died for the hot in my tummy; she looks good, I will stay with her. Then I was up in her hand and continued my way there.

After that, I have had a different kind of life. She is warm and strong with me, she has taught me a lot of things, and helped me to be a good lizard. She has loved me and accepted as I am. Now the floor is not too hot, anybody wants to eat me and I have a new family and friends. Any of them are lizards as me, but they are my family, and in this time, I have discovered that the real family is who love you and help you to development and looking for whatever you want to.

Now, I have a good family. During long time I felt envy of the dog (my brother) because he is very cute and all people want to hug him, I thought that his life was easier than mine; and it could be possible, but step by step I have understood that I will never be a dog, I cannot select about be or not be a dog, I just can select about if I want to spend my life dreaming with be a dog or enjoying to be a lizard.... Now being a happy lizard.

Finally, I hope that my mother will not be angry with me because I didn't ask her if I was allowed to show our pics. Sorry mommy I could not find a way to ask you, but it is just for good reasons and you know I love you.

Dreaming with the freedom.

The little boy was around 8 years old; he was tall, active, playful, brown skin, smart, curious and sweet. I spent all day watching him, his eyes was beautiful and with an amazing shine, but still with a big sadness inside. Really more like disappointment or maybe resignation.

He loved read, and I could see how he was always thinking about all things he read, saw, listened and felt. That was as he was looking a sense of all this things.

The boy was in the park during the morning; there he played with his friends. It was a beautiful place, with a lot of flowers, all kind of trees and funny things to play. After two hours, arrived his mom who asked him to up in the car to go to eat. They went to a mall and ate fast food. In this way continued the day of the boy, he was as playing all day, relaxed, quiet.

At night he went to play chess with his granddaddy, suddenly, he asked to his granddaddy what seems a question always present in his mind: granddaddy, how the freedom is?

The old man was very confused with that question. Finally asked to the boy: why do you ask me that?

The boy told him: I have heard that you knew the freedom; I have heard that you lived without bars in your windows or soldier in all places. You could live out of the jails. How the freedom is?

His granddaddy almost crying said the boy: son, but it is a free country, you live in freedom. You can to go whatever you want to, here we don’t have a war or something like that.

The boy was absolutely disappointment with that sterile conversation, but he did his last try and said: I cannot go to visit to my friend Mike because it is very dangerous place, I cannot go out with mom at night because someone could attack us, I cannot open the windows in the car because someone could stolen us in the road, I just see soldiers in the park all time, they have long guns, it is the country where more people is murdered in violent ways in the world. It is a war and all of us are living in a jail, some jails are bigger than others. But anyway granddaddy, how the freedom is? I just want to know how it is.

In that moment the old man understood the importance of that question, he started to think what could be the better answer. He stood up and looked for his pipe, took it careful and parsimoniously, put one hand over the boy's head meanwhile support the pipe with the other. He returned to the chair and started to smoke... After some minutes he said: well my son, the life is not necessary as you have known, as you know the freedom is not the chance to go to the park or to eat in a mall. The freedom is much bigger and powerful that it, but you just can find it in the small things, it is very subtle. Freedom is the chance to can do whatever you want to do; it is the possible to feel sure, but I am not talking about not feel fear to be stolen, I am trying to explain that it is the chance to feel that you could to go in the life as far as you want and the only limit is inside yourself. It is like to feel the wind in your face but inside you, as you could close your eyes and go as far as you want. My son freedom is something that someone could try to stolen to us, and they could do more difficult to enjoy it for us, but only you can to lose it, the freedom is a decision; it is a way to life. Maybe you cannot do a lot of things now here, but in the future, you could decide to live in the different way. The freedom is the most difficult thing to keep, because it is always easier to accept that other take decision for you or maybe to feel that other is stealing your chance to do something, but the real freedom is inside you and if you can to keep it, you will do whatever you want, but listened me, freedom is very expensive thing, if you want to be free you should be ready to do a lot of effort to find it and when you are fine and quiet, then you will need to find strength inside you to keep your freedom and ask to yourself whether you are in the way that you want to be.

Boy: then, are we living in this way because people think that it is easier to be free?

Granddaddy: yes my son, I afraid that you are right.

Boy: thanks granddaddy, I knew that you could help me with this.

Granddaddy: I really hope to have helped you.

Then, the boy moved the horse and the game continued.

A mosquito's life.

I woke up, I could fly, I was not sure what I was, but I didn’t care about it; at that moment was more important to eat and fly. I was hungry and thirsty; I could smell in that big animal the most wonderful fragrance and I was sure it could help me to feel better.

I started my flight, but it was moving and was hard to arrive. The way was very very long; during it, I found my biggest love, she was beautiful, thin, and black, with long legs and arms. She loves me immediately, but she was a little shy, it took long time to me to be close up with her. Finally she accepted, we knew each other very well, we spent the majority of our life together, and we were together for ages. We had a lot of children, all kind of them.

I was very happy, but absolutely hungry. I continue to flying looking for food, the animal was very near to me, and I was absolutely encouraged to eat now. I was very weak and hungry. I can hardly fly, but I was trying and trying. I thought it was my end....

So, the animal came near to me, that was my chance! I ate, ate and ate. I was satisfied, happy and relaxed. Whatever I was, I was the most happy in the world. I had a wife, children, food and peace; now it was time to rest some minutes before go to gather with my love again. My life had been absolutely satisfactory! Nothing could be wrong.

I feel asleep, when suddenly happened the two last things I can describe: I listened to strong sound and saw a red spot in the wall where I was sleeping.

I guess it is the complete life of a mosquito.

Book's story

Hi, I am a book, my owner says that I am her favorites book; she read me the first time long ago and second time 5 years ago; three years ago another person read me. I have had good luck; I have been read three times, not all my friends have that live.

Well, my story stars very long ago! I was a tree; I lived in a place full of trees exactly like me. It was not long life for a tree. Around three years was my life as a tree, very short time, I have listened about trees that live 150 years, but I just lived three.

Then, someone cut me, and I was carried to a big place with a lot of strange tools. In that place I listened a lot of weird sound, and step by step my body was changing, I passed to be a tree to be a book. It was very painful for me, without talk you about as much as I was confuse and nervous.

In the beginning, I thought I was dead, I could not feel the wind, or listened to same sound as my past.

Bit to bit I discovered I was a book. Around me, my friends said that I was a very luck book, because over me was written a great story by a very important author. It had very hard to understand for me. When I was starting to understand, I was put in a box with a lot of others exactly like me.

I traveled long time, it was noise, heat and uncomfortable; but nobody is care about if a book is comfortable.

A woman opened the box, and put me in a table. I spent long time there, during the days a lot of people visited the place and at night that was alone and cold.

I could see a lot of my friend being sold; and in the beginning I didn't want to be sold, I thought that I was just understanding what is happening and if someone bough me, I would start a new life; I was not ready for that. Anyway, after a time, I was absolutely bored and I started to wish to be sold. I was feeling like a puppy who is trying to be cute with anybody looking a family. It was long time, when finally a young girl bough to me.

She was happy with me, and she spent long time reading me, because she read very slowly at the moment. She was on vacation and carried me with her. I knew wonderful beaches, beautiful landscapes, mountains with fog and amazing rivers.

She returned at home with me. I should say that was the better time of my life. I feel useful, loved and happy. I was feeling as a very luck book.... Well, and I have been a very luck book.

Some months later, she finally ended the book. She always said that I have been the best book she has read. I had had the best place in her library, and she always clean me. Sometimes, she just opens me and smells my fragrance. She often says that she loves to smell the books and I am her favorite.

Well, time has passed. Then years after that, she decided read me again, and just in that moment she was on vacation again. So, I knew amazing places again, another country, historical monuments, different culture, and I listening to another language. But she read quicker then. And in short time she finished me. I spent the rest of this time in the suitcase.

We returned again. I returned to the library during long time again, until a day, she took me and loaded to her friend. That woman was nice too. She was very happy with me, she read me quickly. Then I returned to home. Since that moment I am again in the library with a lot of books. I am the only one who is taken some times to be smelled.

I should admit that my life as a book has been great and better than the majority of us. I have never been lined, broke or mistreated. In opposition, I have been loved, smelled, read.

Anyway, after long time I have understood that sooner or later I will be waste, or I will damage. I am a living being, but all people think I am just a book and still when they could be ok with me, they could never treat me as a tree. I will never be a tree again. Sometimes I think that I am like a vampire, because they are not live or dead but they have a life, and still when they have a good life, they could never feel as good as the past and they are always empty. We have another common thing, we have an essential life which we lost, and we spent the majority of our time being someone that we were not in the beginning.

Nowadays, I have listening to my owner talking about read in a new technology thing. She says that she has more than 10000 books and it is easy to read. She has all this book without broke one tree, and for me, the most important thing is she has all those book and information without destroyed one living being.

I am happy with my owner, and I have been a luck book. Anyway, I would like never have been a book and just have been a tree.

The opportunity for smell a good fragrance, or feel wonderful sensation in your hand is not a reason to condemn a lot of trees to be books.

A weird time

I will start this story when I was a young puppy. That day was the weirdest day that I had had at the moment. A man took me, and putted me in a box, and rode a motorbike for long time.

We arrived to a place with a lot of people, but finally I was with the man who I thought was my daddy. He received and carried me to a place with lot of friend; all people wanted play with me, I could listen to a lot of things and smell sweet and ugly fragrances.  In that moment I was less worried, I was with my daddy, probably he was missing me and he asked that man to bring me. Nothing could be wrong, he loved me and I was absolutely encouraged to be the best puppy in the world!

Suddenly, I listened to new voices, tree new voices to be more specific: a young boy, a man and a woman. My daddy said: give me the doggy.

He delivered me to the woman, she was happy. I was asking to myself: what is happening?

She wanted to give me kisses, touch my tummy and be with me as I was her doggy. Am I her doggy? But my daddy missed me and asked to look for me....

Then the boy wanted to play with me, and the man took me as I was definitely his doggy....

Well, I was their puppy. Woman was absolutely sweet with me, the boy was a little annoyed, and man was strong and playful. Anyway I fell asleep; when I woke up, I was in a big place with a lot of dogs with their families, and with a lot of wonderful smells, like food, toys, etc. in the future I discovered that was the place when my mom and dad looked my food, medicine, toys, etc.

Finally we arrived at home, I was very scared, but I fell asleep again.

I could sleep on a comfortable little bed, I had a different food, but very tasty, and few toys to play. I was absolutely terrified to lose all of that, I was happy and sad in the same time. I was lost my old family still when I was a very good puppy, I missed my old daddy; on the other hand, I was happy, maybe these people will be my new family and if I was a better puppy they could stay with me and I could be part of their family.

So, god news, they are my family, and the annoyed boy didn't live with us, he just went to visit us sometimes. My mommy loves me as I was her life; my daddy always plays with me and frequently was loving too. All their friends and family love me. I was the happiest doggy around the world. I sleeping with mom and dad all night and I slept over mommy’s legs when she was at home.

Then I fell asleep all time, but without any worry.

That was my story for long time, my mom, dad and I went frequently to walk, I took a shower in a pet-shop (I hated it part), I had friends, I was always happy.

Sometimes my mom and dad went on vacation, and I was a little sad since I saw the suitcases; but still I knew they will come back soon. Until that terrible morning....

My mom and dad took their suitcases, and some new things, a little case with nothing inside, all my things (bed, toys, food, etc), and me. We went to a new place I never before had been there. My mommy was crying, and my daddy was very sad, but he said to my mommy: it is the only way, we will be better in short time.

I was absolutely scared, but I was with mom and dad, nothing could be wrong.

My daddy took me, putted me inside the case and delivered the case to a man I never had seen (that was the only moment I saw him). I was absolutely scared! I could listen to my mommy crying! What is happening? Who is hurting to my mommy? I will go to murder whoever is making cry to my mommy! But suddenly I fell to sleep again.

It was a weird time, I could not wake up, I listened to a lot of thing, and I felt hungry, fear, heat, anxiety, etc. but I could not wake up completely.

After ages I woke up! I was in a new place, very different, any fragrance was known to me, any voices, and any people. In that moment I was absolutely terrified and I could not fall asleep. Then someone opened the case and carried me with love. I never had seen him and his fragrance was new for me. He was talking to me very sweetly and carefully. I was sad, scared, nervous, etc.

We arrived to his home; there I knew another person, a woman, and a little baby. They were ok with me, but where was I? Where was my family? Did my family abandon me with this people? Not! That is impossible! My mommy and daddy love me! I am absolutely sure about it! I have been a good doggy, they should be taking vacation and this is my place during their vacation! In short time I will be with mom and dad again! Meanwhile, I will enjoy this people.... It is time to discover what is good with them!

Some hours later, man called me and said: come here your mommy want to talk with you. I went quickly! And in the computer was my mommy voice, saying: don't worry my baby, we will be together soon, stay quiet.

I was quiet now.

But was very long time, all days I wake up hoping that my mommy and daddy come here to looking for me. But day after day, it didn't happen. Sometimes I could to listen to my mommy in the computer saying that in short time we would be together. Anyway time was passing, and this new family was good with me, they didn't want to sleep with me, but I had good food, walk, love...

I started to accept that was my new family, maybe I was bad dog with my old family and for this reason they didn't love me anymore. I could remember, sometimes I did pee and poop in the wrong place, long ago I ate things of my mom or dad and they were angry with me. Maybe I was terrible doggy with them.

I will be the best dog in the world! I want to be worthy of love and to have a definitely family!

Then, I was always a good dog, I never ever did nothing wrong, I accepted love but never asked it, because I didn’t want to be annoyed.

I had a new family. They love me enough. I was ok. When something horrible happened!

Man took the case again, my entire things, and putted me inside the case, woman was sad but not crying, he was happy. I was confuse, but I had been good dog, nothing could be wrong. I fell asleep.

Hours later, I could not wake up again! I listened to a lot of sound; I felt hungry, heat, fear...... What is happening now??????

When I woke up, I was in an alone place. Nobody was with me. Now I was sure: I have been the worse dog around the world and nobody loves me!

I was absolutely sad, I was sure I will die soon, without love and food. Exactly as the terrible dog that I have been.

After that, arrived a woman, she speak in a language I didn't know, and that place was weird, new fragrance, etc.

She gave me food, she stroked me, she was sweet; but definitely she won’t ever be my family!

That was my live three day, when suddenly the woman brought to me something very wonderful!!!! I received a shirt to my mommy!!!! My real mommy!!!! She used it few days ago! I would never forget her fragrance! My mom is near to me!!! I knew, all this time just was my vacation time! Very weird vacations, but soon I will be with my family!!!!!!!

Anyway, my mommy neither my daddy didn’t go to looking for me, I was confused, sad, scared...

Each three or four days I received clothes to my mommy or daddy, I kept a little hopeful. But day after day, I was alone there.... The saddest place in the world! Without family or friends!

A morning I wake up, very sad, thin and resigned, when I listened to the most beautiful sound around the world: my mother and father voices!!!!! They are here! They come here to looking for me! I was absolutely happy! Exactly as I had seen them this morning! I started to jump, cry, and shake my tail.... And then my mommy entered when I was!!!!! Then entered my daddy!!! All of us were happy, all of us were crying!!! I did pip.... I was ashamed, but my mommy and daddy were not angry for that, they were happy! As happy as I was!

They took me, we were inside the car and we arrived to our new home!!!!

We were together again, exactly as my mommy said me long ago!

Anyway, I was scared during some weeks, if will they abandon me again?

But day after day I slept with mommy and daddy on their bed, we went to walk, they gave me all love they could!

So, I didn't understand that time, but they are my family, we are in a new place, people speak a new language (now I can understand it too), my mommy and daddy are happier than in the past. That was a weird and long vacations, but now we are better, and I won’t ever think that they could abandon me.

Well, nothing could be perfect, now the young boy lives with us, and he always kisses my mommy, I HATE IT!!!! Now he isn’t little and so annoyed, the only problem (in my life) is he kisses my mommy!