Today, the sky is clear enough to let the nearest town be visible from these mountain tops. Every kid from the village was laying down with flowers on his hands, waiting and expecting, as it is a major component of our everyday existence.

Even though I'm young, I quickly understood that we can not make a lot happen, all we had to do is wait until stuff happens to us: wait for people with electric cars to come at us, expect people’s eyes to become friendly enough , and maybe offer us some money.

Years ago, the government forced the sole ownership of electric cars, and Nobody around here had the finances to do so.

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but we knew how to stealthily use gas cars…… some kind of way…this war had some benefits for us.

My name is Saïd. My life consists of collecting flowers in the morning, bringing them here, and waiting for tourists to take a break at the roadside so we can offer them, and hopefully……. receive some money in exchange.

From the time governmental aids were halted, the rivalries between kids from different villages had grown drastically. Everybody was eager to get something for his parents at sunset.

Not only that, but our manners were getting worse too. Now, the kids were trying to steal, rob, and adults got bit by bit involved in kids' hostilities.