Dark side of sunny days

There was a world full of agressy and hate. Each day was darker and darker... And the day was changed to the night... The sun was always there. But people was blind. They forgot to feel love, just becose fear of something, that they didn´t see.

Once upon a time, there was a woman, that feel lost in the world. She loved her hometown, but she was a little bit sad about things that happened to her in that place. One day she was going with a friend from a concert. They wanna to drink one more beer and go home, but on the way to the bar they meet some agresive boys, that fight them (just becose they have some piercings and punk clothes)... She feeled really stupid. She always told, that woman is a cute and tender creature, and that man naturally love, protect and honor all woman. But probably she was wrong. A few years later she was going from a brigade. It was Friday and she wanna go through the main street to bus station. When she was in the middle way, she saw like a big goup of bald boys go against. She was a little bit terrified, becose she remember on the fight years ago. But nothing happened to herself this time. A moment ago she hear clamour. She turned back and saw a group of boys beating a drunk boy sleeping on a bench. It went fast. The cops arrived soon. But in the meantime, the boys' group ran away. One day she was going with friends in a famous latino bar. She was dancing with two mans with darker skin. One of her friend grabbed his hand and led her away from the dance floor. He says: "Dance with me! Not with the filth!" She turned back and returned to the dance floor. She´s friend was really angry. That was the last time that she talked with him... On another day she was waiting for a train on the railway station. There was a homeless man, that was sleeping on the bench. A group of young boys taked him from the banch and dropped from the station.  There was many of such negative experiences, that she saw in her life. And everytime, she have to think about and ask herself: "Why?" But she didn´t knew the answer. Some days ago she was on a slavic metal concert. She was sitting by bar and drinking some vodka. Two muscular men came to her and started to debate. They talked for a long time. About music. About friends ... They talked about school experiences. Then she told a cheerful story of how she was in a college with Chinese, African and Moroccan students and drank currant wine. Muscular guys stay silent. She was waiting laughter, (becose, she mind, that it was a funny story). But they just frowned and began to swear: "How could you drink with such a pliag?" She tried to argue that they were really cool and they had a great time. But every reaction was devoted to attacks on their nationality. She saw their fists clenching ... She knew, that it will be better to be quiet in this moment. She rememmber on the experience, like she get a fight, just because she was a punk girl. She said, "Have you ever talked to a black man?" They said, "No!" She saw aggression in their eyes, but she wanted to finally find out why they hated what they didn't know, and she continued: "And do you think that, he is different from you?" There was silence. They could not argue their hatred. She ordered both vodka and went away. She couldn't change their mind. They were afraid of what they didn't know. Maybe they will never think about it. And maybe they still remember her as the stupid girl, that the black man didn't mind. But maybe they reflect (for at least a fraction of a second) about it, and saw the sun again. She was just glad she wasn't blind. Her days are still sunny!

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We live in strange times. We are afraid of things, what we don´t  know. We hate people, they are maybe really good, just because we are prejudiced and afraid of the unknown. We walk around the world with closed eyes. And that's the problem. Our blindness prevents us to see all the nice things related to diversity. We voluntarily give up all the beautiful colors. We are wasting our time to make thinks, that are based on nothing. Empty thoughts We build our opinions without personal experience.

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This girl is still living in the same world. But she´s not feeling lost anymore. She knews, that each one person on the world is a special character, and that the experience is the only way to find out the truth. She have many friends. Some of them are black, somebody is white, other is yelow. Some of them are crazy, other are serious. The only important think is, that they like to see the sun...

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For my internacional Family - I love you all!

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For all blind people - I pray for you - that you can see the sun again!

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Special for my cute "daughter" and friend Aude! Love you! And thank you!