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An old lady is sitting at my feet.
Children are around her. Everyone is silent, they are keeping their breath to listen better.
Their eyes are shining with excitement; the smile on their little lips is contagious.
I feel like one of them as well; I´m charmed by the old lady´s Fairy Tale.(The Olive Tree Tales)
She came here every day to play with her baby.
She didn´t want to miss any of his smiles, any of his growing progresses.
His father came as well every now and then.
She was just sorry he couldn´t be there to see his first steps, to hear his first words.(The Olive Tree Tales)
The first time I saw it I was very scared.
It was coming towards me at high speed, it was big, it was shining, it was whistling.
I really thought it was going to destroy me and the crowd not far, but it stopped ten meters before.
People started to come out from its big iron belly. The others were clapping hands.
They were very excited, they were crying and laughing the same time; they called it train.(The Olive Tree Tales)
It was the first time I saw that kind of birds.
They were slowly coming down but without moving their wings. It was night and I could not see their shape very well but I had the feeling that the nearer they came the less they looked like birds.
They landed all around me and I finally understood they were soldiers.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
He was speaking to himself watching the moon.
He walked up and down, he knelt and then got up twice, he was kissing his hand... I really believed he was a lunatic.
Suddenly something moved behind the bushes; he froze.
She was there.
Nervously, he took out of his pocket a little dark box.(The Olive Tree Tales)
A car stopped, a door opened. Someone threw him out.
It was cold and rainy; I knew he was feeling scared and disorientated.
He didn´t understand why they rejected him.
After a while a solitary boy passed by and heard his yelping.
From then on they´ve always been seen together.
(The Olive Tree Tales)
Today, a huge black man with curlied white hair sat here with his little radio.
I thought I saw him before but I could not remember when.
Then from the radio came a clear voice swearing to protect the American Constitution.
The old man was crying.
In that very moment I remembered. That man was sitting here with his radio also 45 years ago. And that time, the voice coming from the radio was saying that he had a dream.(The Olive Tree Tales)
