That morning, in the most arid of the world, people stood up and found the water. After a moment of astonishment he began to pick it up using every possible container. The water, however, never ended. He left copious from every tap. Wells has always been dry, located in the village were all packed. All drank more than they could, fearing that sooner or later it would certainly over. Not ended, indeed increased. They decided to wash it in bulk, all at once. The men rubbed and rinsed women, women children, old children. When they stopped, and the exhaustion were dry, they realized, looking around, that the vegetation hitherto poor and lean, had suddenly become thick and lush. Sterile shrubbery had been transformed into lush green trees, laden with fruit. The gardens, the poor and almost forgotten, filled with every gift of God met the head of the village council of elders, and proposed them to give a big party in honor of the gods of water and that they had finally sent. The elderly, having never seen such abundance in their lives, while not knowing thank those who gave their approval. It was then decided to send the bravest among young people on the holy mountain with a basket of gifts for the gods. Mohammed, the son of Baruch, was the chosen one. After having dressed up, adorned with a headdress of peacock feathers and painted with colors of joy and gratitude, gave him a basket overflowing with fruits and vegetables and accompanied him to the gates of the village revelers. Him, so proud to honor, proudly saluted and left.
through a first dense forest of which he did not remember the existence, then a second, third. Come to the end of it he met that he had always seen the desert. Do not lose heart and began to address it. He walked for many hours and the mountain was still far away. He stopped to rest a little, got the basket from his shoulders and sat on a stone. He was hungry and the fruit was inviting. She ate a little hoping not to anger the gods. Nobody suffered, then took another and then again and again. When he had finished lunch, he was thirsty. He opened the leather bag which contained fresh water and drank without restraint. When he decided to distribute the load was much lighter, almost impalpable. He walked late into the night until the stars adorn the sky. He found a sheltered corner for the night, he lay down es'addormentò. When he woke up all numb the cold the next morning, the basket was gone. With it the lack of advanced fruit, vegetables and water. In desperation he began to scream and fell out of bed. Rising from the ground he saw that everything was just a dream. The abundance of water had never been there. The place where he lived was dry, dry, deserted as usual. People are desperate as each day.
He went to the hut of the village chief and told him he had something to say.
These received him and offered him a cigarette. They smoked in silence. Then the chief, asked him what he wanted. Mohammed said he had a dream. In the dream there was so much water, a lot. There was something for everyone and everyone was happy. Then he was tasked to take the gifts to the gods who lived the Sacred Mountain. Along the way he had fallen asleep, the mountain had never arrived and when he awoke the dream had vanished and with it the water.
The wise old man looked at him with sad eyes and said
"See dear Mohammed, you are a brave young man and I want you to know. The Holy Mountain there as here, there never was water. For centuries we have passed down this tale of gods so that our people had someone to turn to prayer or insults. We had to do we never did. We were never able to rise up to our destiny. But today you and other young people have to do it. Go for the world and pretend the water. Fight for you and your children, for your common future. Do not give up, do not stop. The Gods are just a stupid invention. You are the reality. Shout, let's hear, pretend.
only way the water will come. "
Then, in tears, let him go.
Mohammed left the old to her crying and went out. Arriving at the center of the village where he called all the young women and men, and said: "The gods do not exist. No one can decide for us. From today we will do our destiny. We will go and claim the right to water. We will do it with force, never give up finchè non ci verrà data. E quando l’avremo la divideremo con tutti quelli che non l’hanno. Ora è giunto il momento di essere vivi, veramente!”
Detto questo alzò un braccio, indicò il deserto e diede il via alla marcia. La folla lo seguì cantando.
Non sappiamo cosa accadde, se Mohammed ed i suoi, alla fine, vinsero la partita.
In fondo poco importa.
Quello che conta è che vollero provarci.
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