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That morning in the alehouse none of them would have guessed they will lose all they had by the time night falls. Last night's election was the hot topic, when all of the sudden the sludge painted their lives red. It ate away the streets, houses, animals, vineyards, breathing nature. Causing permanent scars on body and soul. Two meters high. Making houses uninhabitable. The places they used to call their home.
And killing the neighbors they once had.
The scatching lye became their fate, still leaving them human. Standing two feet on the ground, holding onto life with both hands, with a mighty heart... and a smile on their faces.
Do they have anything left? Soul and memories. Dignity.
Objects surrounding us are just objects. They will only be important after they are gone. Just a smile and few kind words do stay with us.