Chapitre 55: [The four truths]
In the Athenian City there was a varied ecosystem, carried out successfully based on different conservation policies and mutual respect.
Maintaining a clear observation of the reproduction and multiplication of the different animals that coexist, marking the intrinsic difference between humans and animals.
In the past there was a violent time, where the implications of a massive elimination of different spices could be observed. This inspired the wise monarchs, who slowly wove a reality of peace and prosperity, despite the war culture violently impregnated in the countless citizens.
Therefore, the tradition of adoption and respect for free animals was common.
Rodents and birds were common to observe in wild areas despite the early urbanization that was being built in Athenas.
In a park dedicated to citizen leisure, a feather slowly fell from above. It was pure white in color, which a child picked up with excitement.
Abandoning his companions, he stretched out his short arms tenaciously, trying to reach the falling feather.
With it in his hands, he observed the horizonless sky. Of a deep blue, in it a dove flew without any fear.
It flapped its wings non-stop, flying without peer. His eyes free of wisdom and ignorance.
From his position he could see the organized architecture where Athenas was built. Countless citizens, creating a small but constant flow.
After minutes of constant flight, it finally stopped on a pillar. Pecking at nothing, it scratched its wing with its beak.
Under his left wing, he had a wound. Alleged product of an attack.
It was there, on the pillar, that he poured his feces without concealment or consideration. Creating a constant mark on the limestone.
An adult ignored it, it caused a child to laugh like no other, and an old man did not see it due to his hunched figure.
A carriage passed by on the same street, ignoring such an event. Beautifully decorated, it exuded prestige with one look.
Inside, a child walked with a bored look. Federick watched the different people across the carriage window.
"Predictable or predestined?" He commented quietly to himself.
People on foot were only separated by a few meters, but they were very different from each other. Guided only by its exterior appearance, without delving into its interior facets.
Incredibly, the elderly were the minority among the individuals. Bowed or bitter, serious or happy.
His encouragement for constant activities stood out. Working or carrying between canes. Their faces wrinkled with a slight shine between the eyes of some.
Children were more common, in the arms or alongside their guardians. Happily, they were mischievous.
With a simple observation, he noticed the aesthetic difference between adults.
"Athenas is truly active." Federick thought to himself, as he looked at the different individuals around the carriage that transported him.
"Old man, what do you think about the latest policies implemented over the past decade, regarding active offspring?" Federick asked his carriage driver.
"It's quite nice. In fact, I think it contributes to social organization... A nice change." The driver responded with a smile on his face.
"Were you a scholar in the past?" Federick asked curiously, his face painted in boredom.
"Don't let my current position fool you, boy." The driver commented laughing.
"I'm surprised, you seem quite intelligent... So how would you define the morals of the older generation?" Federick asked doubtfully, as he watched the various occasional elderly people out of his window.
"An unstoppable momentum. Tenacious and experienced, with Herculean strength, both physical and moral." The driver commented without hesitation, his face shining with slight pride.
"Quite interesting... And tell me, as an experienced one, have you heard of revolutions?" Federick asked again, while calmly stretching out his fingers.
At this, the atmosphere cooled. An eerie silence passed through the carriage.
"When I was younger, I was a villager. A village only made up of a few hundred members... But still, the Potato and Pumpkin Revolution occurred." The driver commented, his voice deep. He even turned his gaze to Federick who was inside.
"No one was proud, but in the face of the exorbitant rise in the prices of potatoes and pumpkins, there was a village concession... The result was disastrous. The elders were ignorant, preparing homemade fertilizers for the lands where the blessed foods were planted." . The driver said pitifully, his gaze similar to that of a thousand miles.
"What an outcome." Federick said as he watched the old driver's gaze.
"Don't worry, because we have arrived." The driver commented, returning to normal. He looked at Federick's destination, which was an old building.
"Orphanage". It was written on a large poster.
Thus, the two left the carriage. Having to help unload and store different products that Federick had brought to donate.
Different glances were directed towards the unmistakable figure of Federick. His bearing, clothing and carriage evidenced his identity.
Finally, being received by the managers and different smiling children.
'Wealth, reputation, support and numbers... It is not an Italian sauce without Machiavelli.' Federick thought, being the focus of different glances, different from each other. Sharing the phenomenon of approval, even if it is slight.
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