The story reflects the realities of my father’s countryside childhood in 1970s Romania. As the subject of an extremely harsh education and mentality, he often found himself lonely, neglected. The pigeons his father got were his main source of affection for a while. But affection, regarded as weakness could not be admitted. A tragic end of his pigeon friends shows the measures adopted by a society who speak the language of violence. A generation later, children writing such stories is a coping mechanism for our dear fathers.
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