Tea was always a woman considered by all a little curious. His job was his work and his long walks. Tea was the baker. He began to work at three in the morning and dawn was already walking around. At the store, a mute girl (Tea had taken just because of his wonderful feature), handled the sale of products sent by post to various families. Tea was out of this world by choice. He lived alone, without television, telephone, internet, radio. But she did not care much, since it was never at home. It was certainly one person, but, in his opinion, no less than the others. Ignorant, closed and selfish. That was what everyone called it. Tea in the city where he lived was a clean place. The streets were intact and no place was consumed, because in reality it was never lived. Everyone lived close to their homes by choice. Nobody was going to ruin that city stamping with their feet. Tea For this was all a bad reputation. His walk was to bring the damage to that wonderful place, and his wish to go for someone who did not need anything, seemed selfish and coordinating. No one had ever seen Tea and speak the truth, no one had seen anyone, but in one way or another, everyone knew in detail. All except Tea. To operate the city and make it stay intact, the citizens of that place had decided to communicate with each other, just using every means possible to computerized, because for them it was the way to know, understand and disseminate. And communication had become so dense and productive that everyone was friends with everyone. Everyone always knew what he was doing other things at all times and that this exalted minds filled with pride, kitchens fed daily with an intimacy that had never reached so far. Everything was perfect, everything peaceful and innovative infinite. The city in question, did not have a specific name. Its uniqueness was precisely to change the name every day according to the most glaring fact of the day. Every day, a citizen had his moment of glory. The event and hence the name of the city, was chosen from time to time without judging its importance. It was enough that by the early morning we talked for more than twenty minutes for something, and the choice had already taken place. So if one day it happened that the newspaper was shot to have cooled too much time naked around the house, the city was called "the cold of Gino." Or if it happened that someone had gone too much of the body after eating kiwi fruit in quantity, the city was called: "One night in ease." The citizens were very proud to live in a place that seemed a thousand seats and were so proud to know in depth why no people had managed to do. The presence of Tea, which had initially created curiosity and annoyance, came in second place. You could not always talk to her and so people left her alone, thinking that after his presence was useful in some way, but that if he had done something wrong to the city, they found a way to put her away. Tea when he noticed that everyone had finished tormenting her for his inadequacy, he realized that it was time to do something. A Tea, after all had never liked to be alone and thought it was an opportunity to create their own friends among those who had always tried to repudiate it. So he wrote an ad: "Wanted persons with human life interesting to talk about a new contest for creative cultural interest. Provided important prize money. " He went to put a flyer in every door and then went home satisfied and anxious. She was sure that someone, indeed many would have answered his ad. To talk about personal matters were good and all would never have pulled back. If we had also expected a cash prize as the best opportunity to gain doing something you really do know? In fact, they all answered the ad. For the first time people began to leave home to go to the hall where tea was provided for the meetings. On the way we all looked at carefully. No one had ever laid eyes on the many and friends who had hardly recognize each other, not to look bad, they exchanged friendly smiles without saying a word. They walked barefoot with a slow pace and almost floating, not to ruin the grass and the gray streets. This made the whole play in a very long time. Tea, anyone had recognized, had to do a great job to get them to talk face to face with her. They were not used to that kind of comparison, seemed scared and primitive. Tea And all of it was great fun. Things then started to get better. The people spoke, he explains himself trying to give my best. The most secret things, rough, dirty, happy, sad, romantic. Each enriched as he could, but to win the prize money. The meetings lasted two years and eventually Tea had obtained what he wanted. She managed to pull out people from their homes, had many "friends", something else to worry over the bakery, so many stories to tell and a way to blackmail people who had always hated. Tea wrote his collection of stories. He had taken many notes and nothing was missed of all those strangers who naively had given her. While everyone was waiting impatiently to hear the outcome of their meetings with Tea, she had finished writing and as for the initial announcement, went from house to house to leave his book to each family. The title was "The answer. " Perhaps it was the first time that the people of the place began to read a book, as it was the first time was a real revolution. The collection not only contained the history of every single person in that place, but also comments, assessments and reports in those years had been created among the people. All went out of their homes and how angry they threw in the middle of the city, destroying everything came to hand. As if it was more important than momentary wrath of the eternal ideal of maintaining a healthy city. Now everyone could recognize and fight with each other freely, abusive, and fighting for what they had read. Angered by what they basically already knew. Tea and tried to find peace in his shed to browse all of the book. "Now we really have something to share." Tea that was what he said with a smile to those people, and it was then that everyone recognized. Maybe because they noticed his hands still dirty dough bread, perhaps because they saw the soles of his shoes worn out, or perhaps because only she could have done such a thing. Tea thought he had come to an end soon and that would kill her for what she had done. He would not justify or explain the reason for his experiment, but willing to flout one last time in front of those people who said, "Now what is done is done. Everyone knows. I know I will punish. But the only way to delete these truths is that everyone is eating his book. Only then these stories will disappear forever. " Tea ate the first page to set an example and all silently followed. The book was a volume of three thousand pages, and no one could survive that last supper. The city disappeared with his people and no one knows how this story has been handed down. Maybe somebody was saved and was able to tell it. Maybe it's something that is purely invented. Or maybe it is simply something that could still happen.
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