Stories and News No. 1003
Let’s divide us, this seems to be the best solution for the modern leaders to face the future.
With Brexit, the UK has made deeper the sea separating it from the rest of Europe, and with Trump, the USA is increasingly moving away from everything and everyone, Catalonia dreams to divorce inside the Iberian common house and Qatar has just been expelled from the most exclusive Arab club in the world, just to name a few.
Divide et Impera (Divide and Rule), said the famous Latin spell.
However, in the global chaos of selfish interests and dullness disguised as urgent policies, it’s really hard to figure a mind characterized by a minimal lucidity guiding our wretched species...
Once upon a time there where the rainbow ants.
A fairy tale, yes, to tell and listen, that’s it.
We talked about it at the Stories Circle last night, where everybody was almost drunk, but not for bad habitude or to cover up a heart torment.
Just for imitation, not to be taken as the usual moralist parties-crasher, everyone had got into the crowd, ignoring who had really started all.
As ever, the barman was the very first suspected, but it would have been too banal, like the Butler in the thrillers.
That’s an impossible road to take, in our meeting, because the reality’s ordinariness, and its interpretations, are almost as banned as the ending too soon tales.
But we were talking about a story, right?
“Let’s go to the point,” as Princess Clotilde said to her charming prince at three o'clock in the morning, after yet another moonlit dance that would shortly become sunny: “Kiss me and let’s fly away from here.”
There were rainbow ants, I said.
That’s for trivial reasons: the unique coloration of each specimen.
Okay, stop the polemical chivalry, I tell you immediately, because there is no contradiction in the previous assumption.
Platitude is forbidden, I confirm everything, but it’s occasionally granted inside the opening words and the prologues that anticipate particularly original intertwining and, above all, endings.
I know, I shot big and I risk a lot of mockeries at the last curve, but, as it’s written at our circle’s entrance, storytelling is ever risky, otherwise it’s better to remain silent.
I said, the rainbow ants were each one of a different shade, and made the anthill extraordinary, especially at peak time.
If you have had the courage to slip inside your head, like the ostrich does, you would have been able to admire their wonderful, colorful Can-Can, squatting everywhere, a kaleidoscope of polychrome arrows, panting and jumping with divine harmony.
For the record, now you know that the well-known bird with the long neck and the thick plumage is not a coward at all, but just a passionate entomologist.
However, it often happens that the protagonists of a miracle on earth get so fit to it, to be so megalomaniac to think of being its true masters. And wherever the real fear, not the alleged ostrich’s one, took away their hearts, you might often see them wiping their own wings.
All because of a particularly, distracted beetle, who put the paw in the wrong place and collapsed into the anthill.
Can you believe it? No? And you’re right, because now I don’t remember if it was a ladybird or a grasshopper. Maybe even a lizard, but the following part doesn’t change, believe me.
"The monsters are among us!" The queen screamed before the intruder, who, more than a grim expression, showed lost eyes and confused muzzle.
"Damn religious mantis, others could come!" Added her husband, or one of the many, perhaps the most quitter.
Finally, as sometimes happens when terror blows the meninges of a community, the army general suggested the solution: "Let's divide, so we’ll confuse ourselves as equal!"
The order was followed by all.
White ants on one side and black on the other, burgundy red to the north and straw yellow to the east, pearls gray over there and pea green below.
In short, each one found itself indistinct in a large, anonymous and common stain.
The latter was really guilty of conventionality, but it’s not the story, nor the narrator, to blame this time.
It's just the reality.
That’s why everything ends up as it started.
There were once the rainbow ants.
Yes it is, there were.
Because - what a shame, today they no longer exist...
Read more Diversity stories
Buy my English edition books Italian Short Stories, a dual language book, Stories of diversity (Paperback and Ebook) and Multicultural stories for kids.
Listen my song Wolves
Watch my last storytelling show with English subtitles It's amazing what a little light can do
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Let’s divide us, this seems to be the best solution for the modern leaders to face the future.
With Brexit, the UK has made deeper the sea separating it from the rest of Europe, and with Trump, the USA is increasingly moving away from everything and everyone, Catalonia dreams to divorce inside the Iberian common house and Qatar has just been expelled from the most exclusive Arab club in the world, just to name a few.
Divide et Impera (Divide and Rule), said the famous Latin spell.
However, in the global chaos of selfish interests and dullness disguised as urgent policies, it’s really hard to figure a mind characterized by a minimal lucidity guiding our wretched species...
Once upon a time there where the rainbow ants.
A fairy tale, yes, to tell and listen, that’s it.
We talked about it at the Stories Circle last night, where everybody was almost drunk, but not for bad habitude or to cover up a heart torment.
Just for imitation, not to be taken as the usual moralist parties-crasher, everyone had got into the crowd, ignoring who had really started all.
That’s an impossible road to take, in our meeting, because the reality’s ordinariness, and its interpretations, are almost as banned as the ending too soon tales.
But we were talking about a story, right?
“Let’s go to the point,” as Princess Clotilde said to her charming prince at three o'clock in the morning, after yet another moonlit dance that would shortly become sunny: “Kiss me and let’s fly away from here.”
There were rainbow ants, I said.
That’s for trivial reasons: the unique coloration of each specimen.
Okay, stop the polemical chivalry, I tell you immediately, because there is no contradiction in the previous assumption.
Platitude is forbidden, I confirm everything, but it’s occasionally granted inside the opening words and the prologues that anticipate particularly original intertwining and, above all, endings.
I know, I shot big and I risk a lot of mockeries at the last curve, but, as it’s written at our circle’s entrance, storytelling is ever risky, otherwise it’s better to remain silent.
I said, the rainbow ants were each one of a different shade, and made the anthill extraordinary, especially at peak time.
If you have had the courage to slip inside your head, like the ostrich does, you would have been able to admire their wonderful, colorful Can-Can, squatting everywhere, a kaleidoscope of polychrome arrows, panting and jumping with divine harmony.
For the record, now you know that the well-known bird with the long neck and the thick plumage is not a coward at all, but just a passionate entomologist.
However, it often happens that the protagonists of a miracle on earth get so fit to it, to be so megalomaniac to think of being its true masters. And wherever the real fear, not the alleged ostrich’s one, took away their hearts, you might often see them wiping their own wings.
All because of a particularly, distracted beetle, who put the paw in the wrong place and collapsed into the anthill.
Can you believe it? No? And you’re right, because now I don’t remember if it was a ladybird or a grasshopper. Maybe even a lizard, but the following part doesn’t change, believe me.
"The monsters are among us!" The queen screamed before the intruder, who, more than a grim expression, showed lost eyes and confused muzzle.
"Damn religious mantis, others could come!" Added her husband, or one of the many, perhaps the most quitter.
Finally, as sometimes happens when terror blows the meninges of a community, the army general suggested the solution: "Let's divide, so we’ll confuse ourselves as equal!"
The order was followed by all.
White ants on one side and black on the other, burgundy red to the north and straw yellow to the east, pearls gray over there and pea green below.
In short, each one found itself indistinct in a large, anonymous and common stain.
The latter was really guilty of conventionality, but it’s not the story, nor the narrator, to blame this time.
It's just the reality.
That’s why everything ends up as it started.
There were once the rainbow ants.
Yes it is, there were.
Because - what a shame, today they no longer exist...
Read more Diversity stories
Buy my English edition books Italian Short Stories, a dual language book, Stories of diversity (Paperback and Ebook) and Multicultural stories for kids.
Listen my song Wolves
Watch my last storytelling show with English subtitles It's amazing what a little light can do
Storytelling videos with subtitles subtitles