“The best story is the one that only exists in the head”, well, I heard it somewhere, I don’t know. But no wonder, when we forget something important or forever torment ourselves with things that only make us suffer. So, perhaps, I will take some time during this day, the silence that I used to rest my body after, to capture some of the best of the past. And then tomorrow, when my mind has wilted with the remaining bit of confusion, may my children spend that precious time of it, reminding me of these things that will come into this past …
Returning to the main topic, “RED LIVING ON THE EDGE” or “The Lang Indians” started with Red, a young Indian man living in Hue – “American dream”, where so many generations of people are ready to cross the sea, ride the waves, slash the eels offshore just to come here. It wouldn’t be worth mentioning if he wasn’t the chieftain nor the last survivor of the Chiricahua tribe.
In this regard, it is impossible not to mention the great discovery of Cristoforo Colombo more than half a millennium ago with his American brother – the remnant of that era, found under the will of God. that He did not want man to waste anything in this world.
A beautiful place to enjoy digging out gold things from the ground, every day, for thousands of years. Its owners, none other than goats, are fat, blood-colored, crimson goats with unthinkable innocence.
And of course, the capitalists never let us down. Guns, Germs and Steel quickly responded to the triumph of the children in this wonderful country.
They were defeated, persecuted, gathered in settlement camps. Some stood up, some had a little bit of misfortune with a few soldiers carrying great responsibility.
Nine years old, Red and his tribe were unfortunately among the unintended few.
God closes this door but opens another door, Red is like many other lucky children, he quickly has a new home, his own new friends, a tribe under the lead. Chief Chioba – athlete, the first trenches at that time.
And then perhaps, perhaps Red has forgotten and accepted this new life. But no, the things to do do not disappear, they just wait for their prey to mature to gnaw on it a full mouth.
Paper, no tiger is one of the four great inventions of the Chinese, its influence is on the other side of the ocean. When eight years later, a checklist of devoted soldiers, waiting for Red – now turned into a true warrior – to pay back for their unforgettable dedication, with a warm handshake and embrace – something no respectable superior has done for those lives of effort.
Chief Chioba, after a long time living together, must have learned the ritual of repaying the noble gratitude of these people of the Atlantic. So he did not mind interrupting another corner of Red’s life, the maturation ceremony did not go well, Red left soon after, unable to become part of the tribe.
On that indefinite pilgrimage, along with him, there was indispensable people who had represented some parts of this United Nations house, who might be considered friends of Red.
It was Ieroh, the wandering boxer on the other side of Fusang, who could blast your head for hundreds of meters without needing an AWP.
It’s Angie, the girl I don’t want to see again this November.
And an alcoholic pastor, Gray – who brought Red back to the politician, was also the one who was kicked out of Heaven by his own angel. The children of God, but not like Him, only punish the stupid sheep with their kindness. Angels are everywhere, cruel and cruel and willing to punish all the sins of those who dare to commit themselves, treading on the left breast – the source of all their suffering.
The angels around me seem to be too, of course, and they do it every day with me. But if tomorrow comes, I still only hope their forgiveness will flow down and wash this body, my soul praying the day they turn around like God did to Job.
And with such people, of course they will help Red fulfill his aspirations.
Red won, Kulichus won, but that was the only and greatest victory in their lives.
A recent statistic shows that the remaining Indians make up only about 1% of the US population, which is about 3 million people, compared with the initial figure of about 150 million, the population has decreased sharply only. within a few hundred years. Not in slums or caves and alleys in big cities, they shun their self-esteem in the dry, high mountains of the West.
The question is if there is only one time to win, will you dare to stand up to fight?