Life
14 Jun 2009
A strong sense of inner peace and joy fills every last cell of my body when I step into a beautiful place in nature.
Climbing over a hill brought us into this wild and untouched green valley, the road turned left and soon the embrace of the hills grew tighter as we were entering deeper into the valley. Enchanted by the sun, I was amazed by the peacefulness of the place. Everything was quiet, there was no soul in sight, just the perfect place to enjoy a day alone in nature.
Soon we came close to the Little Girl’s Cave, or The Cave with Water from the Holes as it is officially registered. This two different names peaked my curiosity and soon I found my self asking:
“Why do you call it the Little Girl’s Cave?”
“Soon you’ll see.”
I thought it might have some interesting formation at its entrance, but when we got there I couldn’t see anything special.
“So?”
“Don’t you see anything?”
Instinctively I looked up and I saw a cross bolted on a tree…a little girl’s cross…
“What’s with that?”
“A little girl was murdered here and she was hidden inside this cave and its entrance was closed up with rocks.”
My whole scenario of a beautiful day fell to pieces. A man from the nearby village murdered an innocent little girl and he was still free because there weren’t enough evidence to convict him…I couldn’t walk around freely anymore, every time I had to wait for the others to not be alone.
The rest of the day I couldn’t stop thinking how can someone take the life of somebody else, especially an innocent child?
How cruel and insensitive do you have to be to take a life…
A life is something precious, priceless and so fragile. I can’t conceive of taking someone’s right to live, to experience the many wonders of being alive…the miracle of life…