Pinocchio Park stories by:henrytanas

maybe this place was one of the few places where one felt it was more carefree.there is observed among children laughing and running around like butterflies without control, to teens, smoking marijuana and flexing their muscles, even some old drinking alcohol and remembering old times, all of them free to do what they want without any authority to tell them to do or how to think, all happy

other, play football to finish thirsty and drunk beer to finish, commenting the best plays and best goals.everything seems too good, henrytanas, distrusts.in effect, and within seconds, the sound of high-powered motorcycles landscape changes, gunmen dressed in green, give the fatal order of "all against the wall"henrytanas, cunning, knows by heart the park, disappears without a trace, where only the melancholy mind of knowing that even the fake gun authorities continue to oppress freedom of happy people