Margarida

It is always interesting to find out where things come from, where they first took shape and gave so many dreams to lil' old me.





The translation left me rereading a few lines, but maybe it's just my dum dum brain not braining in my first language...

After thinking for a long time, I finally found the words to express my feelings on this book.

In a parallel way to our own reality, we see through the eyes of someone without a filter imposed on them. The pure, raw, unforgiving society so poisoned by their peers and families that they think a breath of fresh air is going to kill them.
It is only by being born different and shunned by everything and everyone that a change can take place, for they won't waste time poisoning them as well.

Are we born different right away or made that way by society and their expectations?

Is evil so evil it is actually good and good so good it's after all bad?

I rather be green and soulless if that means I'll be myself and not a construct of people who care only about social norms and what is right or wrong in a world where the only thing certain is death.

Doesn't feel like fiction anymore...

Educational, inspiring, eye opening closure to a beginning circle of life all too real all too there for anyone to notice... until it's gone.