Donna Stella and Don Julio didn’t know how to ride properly a camel. They didn’t know to play chess either. But they wanted eagerly to feel power running through their veins. When the toxic clouds were getting heavier and the fall of black snow was about to be more consistent then ever, they ate two spoonful of bear excrement and invented the door.
One day, when the turqoise tiger came to the Golden Camels Camp, surrounded by the gang of flamingos and pigeons, he found a group of agitated workers performing some strange actions around the Entrance Door. He first thought that during the night some thieves tried to broke in the Golden Camels Camp and the door needed to be repaired. But then he noticed the inventor’s pride on the face of Donna Stella: we decided to mimic all the Golden Camps worldwide and we implemented a surveillance system. We will surveil ourselves. Nobody really pays attention to me, despite my yells, despite the camel milk I am bathing in every morning, despite all the fake news about my accomplishments that I wrote and published in the Papyrus Magazine, despite all the ideas I tried to steal, donna Stella explained her decision. Don Julio added: this door that I invented is not a simple door, it follows the local directives regarding golden camels handling, the door will monitor all our sleeping hours in the Golden Camels camp. We will be able to prove our dedication to the Golden Camps cause to the mighty conquerers. The more we sleep inside, the more we dream. The more I dream, the higher chances I have to put the entire castle on wheels and get away with it, dressed in Saint Yuri Gagarin silk suit, in that fabulous procession I have been fantasizing about, accompanied by the candid voices of the slaves choir, Don Julio added.
The turqoise tiger was looking at them astonished: Don Julio and Donna Stella not only did they just invent the door, but they were disputing the patent between themselves! We have the approval of the mighty conquerers regarding this measure, Donna Stella smiled, with the ancient green expression. Donna Stella thought this last argument will make her win the Bubble War. But the mighty conquerers don’t know how much bear excrement you were both eating, the turqoise tiger exploded. Did any of you look outside the window? Did you notice the black snow? Did you notice the trees blossoming garbage? Are you crazy? The golden camels are sick and this is all you are capable of inventing? Now you are trying to arrest them? Did you notice the golden camp camp is only 60 square meters, did you notice it’s only us in here, no one else? Did you notice this door cannot be opened from the inside? In case of fire or earthquake, I don’t want to die on the Golden Camels shrine because of your stupidity. I don’t want to see you ever again because it’s dangerous. The biggest danger is that I become like you. And I really don’t want.
All of a sudden, the bubble crashed, leaving a hollow, black box behind and the turqoise tiger announced his departure. Later on, he published a note in the Papyrus Magazine: I go dream elsewhere. Love, TT
Don Julio and Donna Stella truly wanted to be inventors, but it was a privilege that was denied to them, but not by the Dark Lord or the God of Tarot. They blocked the access to this privilege themselves. Because however odd it might appear to them, the door had already been invented. The door keeps being invented all over again. And Donna Stella and Don Julio turned their power to choose into golden camel dust.
They wanted to see the turqoise tiger suffer. They wanted to see on his face the same suffering expression they encountered in the mirror in the morning. They tried hard to discourage him, to steal his guitar and his hope, to attack him in his most sensible points. They didn’t know anything about fairness and didn’t care to learn. They never listened to the turqoise tiger preaches. They tried to cut off his wings because they couldn’t imagine themselves with wings. They didn’t expect him to leave, but to obey.
Liberia is a country founded by former slaves. Upon liberation, they returned to their ancestors land and re-created the same power system that kept them enslaved. But this time, with them on top.
Donna Stella and Don Julio didn’t feel they have too many options in life. As they grew up, each of them in different parts of the country, they both encountered dark toxic clouds and black snow falling from the sky. They thought this is the only world possible and became obsessed with power, trying to dust off from their minds their obvious enslaved status.
We build our own prison.
And sadly, we attempt to build prison for others in our blind path through life.
Some of us open their eyes at some point.
Some never do.
A closed door represents protection for some and it is seen as prison by others.
And we fight
In the name of protection and for the sake of continuity, some of us attempt to enslave others
In the name of protection and for the sake of continuity, they sometimes seem to get away with it
But life has its strange away of restoring balance
Without even realizing that being on top of the power system, but still inside it, those who attempt to enslave others, remain in prison.
Far away in the wild, wild east, in the Golden Camels Camp, where birds of paradise sing and trees blossom garbage, behind a revolving door, Donna Stella and Don Julio received their punishment: to remain there, lacking a power that was always distant to them, the one that really matters: the power of creation. Behind a revolving door, blind to the true beauty of life, without the music of the universe, orbiting on their inverted thrones the dark sky of their own limited minds, Donna Stella and Don Julio remain in prison.
One September afternoon, the turqoise tiger bid them good bye and having the benediction of the mighty conquerers, he left, surrounded by flamingos and pigeons, taking away the music of the universe with him and giving an unexpected hug to Don Julio at the border, where the Golden Camels Camp ended.