Saturday, 18 August 2012
In the back yard of my house where I grew up, there is an olive tree park with olive trees of more than a thousand years old.
They have only God knows what. Their roots were homes for many rabbits and even kids could hide inside their trunk.
At night the park was alive with many birds who elected the trees as a sleeping shelter. They make their nests in his branches in the spring.
In the old times they gave of their oil for lighting the church. They had names and we know them personally.
When I left, I went to say goodbye to them, and the last evening I sat all through the early night under an olive tree.
Last year in May, I went back to say hello. They were kind of in bad shape (I mean, the old ones) long hair long time not been trimmed. Lots of weeds around them. They look tired and sad.
I thought I saw some branches moving, like waving to say hello, but it was my imagination as usual.
IN TURRI, THERE HAS BEEN A FIRE AND ABOUT TWENTY ... THOUSAND YEARS OLD OLIVE TREES HAVE BEEN BURNED.
That was the title in the news paper of 08/10/2012.
It is so sad.
A place to hide and listen to the talks of the rabbits in the olive tree house. Long time ago.
The trees were green, olive green.
Fire brigade came, and it was too late. people came and were too late also.
The fire like a angry monster took his share.
Sacrifice must be done was the screaming voice of the fire.
There will be some more emptiness now and the birds have to find another place to sleep.
A thousand years is a long lifetime, but to die burned is cruel.
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