Little Wind Story no. 2

SIDERCA

by Octavian Balea

There used to be a country somewhere in the south east of the european continent. They used to have yellow fields, blue waters, brown mountains, red flowers and beautyfull imposing green fur trees that stood straight to defend it's territory from invading armies. There was a dictator with an ego larger then life, and multicoloured dreams. He loved his country. He loved the yellow fields, the blue waters, the brown mountains, the red flowers and even the fur trees. He had big plans: multicoloured plans but he failed to see them with anything else then the eyes of his larger then life ego.

This is what's left. They called it "the wind of change".

The wind trully blows in shades of deep grey among the ruins.